Where Art Thou, Rebecca?

Injection Time! Do you prefer coffee or tea with your injection?

It was downright cold this morning as I set out for Kamath Medical and the pharmacy. The temperature was 41° degrees according to my car. I was pleased I had donned my very warm suede leather jacket. I couldn’t see out the windows of my car worth a poot due to all the dew that had formed, though. It was a crap shoot traffic wise until my car got warmed up and the windows cleared. The morning sun was also just blinding as I drove.

I got nurse Tara again today. I leerily gave her my injection as I sat down to watch the process gritting my teeth along the way. Amazingly, she did fine this morning. I was worried for nothing. She insists on injecting me in my hip and not my buttock, though. That always worries me. I told Old Fuss and Feathers I can’t help it when I got back to the pharmacy. I am like my mother in a lot of ways. We’re both very literal and we follow the instructions.

“Where is my Rebecca?” I deftly asked Tara this morning.

“She’s got a doctor’s appointment,” she replied. “She will be back in the next two weeks.”

“Oh, okay,” I said. “I was just worried about her. She has been giving me this injection for ten years.”

“She’s been here a very long time,” Tara replied blithely.

“I had worriedly thought she had quit working here,” I told Tara.

Rebecca would get in touch with me, though, if that had happened. She would have at least called my father at the pharmacy.

Oh Dear!

Rebecca called in sick this morning and I got a nurse name Tara who had only performed my shot once before. I am afraid she botched the whole deal. I had to walk her through preparing the injection and she still got it wrong. If I go bonkers in the next week then you know why. I didn’t tell my father once I arrived back at the pharmacy as it would just worry him. I didn't feel the injection at all which makes me conclude I didn’t get the injection. I always feel a sting or pressure in my buttock as the fluid is injected. I don’t think Tara realized the gravity of the situation or how important the injection is to my sanity. There is no other recourse than to wait it out for two more weeks. Medicare Part D will only pay for one injection for every two weeks as prescribed.