Generally, I don’t spend a lot of time quibbling with other people about what they think my gender or my sex is. And still, I’m the boss of my body and it’s was okay to try and not feel like a zombie for 48 hours after, considering that I do this every six months. As soon as they turned up the drip, the allergic reaction started (for me it comes in the form of scratchy throat), and in went steroids and a stream of scolding from a nurse about it being a stupid decision to try to do it without. and I decided to try doing it without steroids to see if my body no longer perceived the cell-killing medicine as the enemy. This is my 5th time doing an infusion, the vast majority of them done in COVID times. I was up so late because I had my bi-annual dose of liquid steroids, which accompany an infusion that, over these next couple days, is said to kill off my B cells so they don’t poke through the myelin barrier allowing other cells to attack my brain and spinal system like they’ve been doing for the last couple decades.
As you can see, they are playing ice-cream truck. Obligatory kitten picture, taken by my wife, Nova.
