Good for Little

Yesterday I had my 4^th infusion. It isn’t a bad procedure, just an IV prick and about two hours of your day. The worst part is playing co-patient roulette. The infusion suite seats two, so you always run the risk of being opposite a patient with a lot of medical/emotional issues that require extra vigilance from the attending nurse. It does make me feel very healthy and blessed in comparison. Most of the patients are just fine, but there are a few special cases.

The nurse is good though. She’s a little older than me, and seems to be very knowledgeable and level-headed. More than that, she is extremely kind and compassionate. I suppose that is the make-up of most nurses, but I realized yesterday that she really goes above and beyond the call of duty, even for nurses. I was the last patient, and decided that as I was leaving, I should thank her for not only her medical knowledge and skill but also for her kindness and compassion. For a guy that often strains to find positive ways to contribute to society despite limitations, this was good. My voice is still strong enough to compliment.

And I did. I got as far as the “skill” part when I was forced to contend with the thin veneer of my emotional stoicism. Dang. I felt it starting to choke my words so I hastily cut off the comment at “kindness.” I am a mess