"Okay, bend over," the nurse told me as she approached me with that big needle in hand this morning. "This is going to sting."
I pulled my sweat pants down to the side and there was a painful prick. I could feel those many milliliters of cold saline solution enter my gluteus maximus.
"All done," the nurse said as she put a band-aid on the spot of entry and I pulled my pants back up. "You are free to go."
I had hoped to do a photo essay of my every two week injection ritual. I forgot my camera at home. As I sat in my car eating a sausage and egg biscuit in the parking lot, I saw the most beautiful collection of leaves. I almost drove the long drive back to my doctor's office to take a photo.
Rosa called me this morning. Much has been happening with her. Her daughter came and took Allyssa back to Atlanta. I think it was for the best. We talked for hours about it last night. My tendency is to go rescue Rosa and to bring her home and take care of her. She wanted to come over and stay with me, but I was tired and told her to wait.
I never got around to seeing George at the hospital last night. I was just too busy with various things to get down there. I have since heard through the grapevine that he is in stable condition, but they are running a myriad of tests. I am completely ignorant of what cirrhosis entails so I don't know if it is recoverable or not. I will continue to keep George in my prayers, and Rosa, too.