Tim picked me up at lunch. We had our customary talk about ice hockey on the way down through the valley.
"I really appreciate you doing this," I told him. "Getting this injection isn't any fun and I trust you."
"Thank you," Tim said.
"Dad speaks highly of you as an employee as well," I then told Tim.
"I love my job," he told me. "It is good to hear that."
My usual nurse has been out since Christmas with a newborn. I was so glad to see her beautiful face again adorned in her nurses' scrubs. She gave me my injection and I was soon headed back up the road in the company van to home. I always thank my lucky stars when I can make it through such an ordeal without having an anxiety attack.
Tomorrow is blood work at the hospital. Dad is picking me up at 8 AM. I don't know why they won't just let me drive myself. I guess dad fears I won't go.