Just before my injection, I become an emotional basket case and make a fool of myself on my blog. I get all sentimental, weepy, and whiney. I should have titled this blog: Ode to the Missing Parental Units.
A new nurse gave me my injection today. Rebecca, my old nurse, had her baby yesterday. Luckily, it went without a hitch, the baby and the injection.
"You're done!" my nurse exclaimed.
I sheepishly pulled up my pants and ushered mom out the door.
"I'm glad that's done," I told mom walking to the reception desk. "I will feel so much better today."
"Maybe, I need to be taking this shot as well?" mom replied always hoping to feel better.
The biggest smile broke out upon my face. "That's my mother," I thought. It is so good to have them home.