The other day I had my twenty-first infusion of Tysabri and it was, again, another infusion without incident. The most exciting thing that happened for this 2-hour stay was the music played by all of the machines, beeping to let the staff know someone’s time with their drip was up. Beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep.
|Infusion without incident? Fine with me!|
These monthly rounds are really getting boring and this is fine with me. I’m not looking for a ton of excitement when I’m hanging out in the infusion room, as the big T travels through my veins. It’s a standard, dull routine for me. Insert needle, Tysabri flows, I read a book, I dose off. Beep, beep, beep. Hour one is done. My nurse unhooks the bag, I read a book, I dose off. Beep, beep, beep. Hour two is done. I’m released and head home. Infusion without incident is the way it should flow, with no side effects or unbearable reactions.
The most exciting thing about my treatment thus far is the reason why I signed up for Tysabri in the first place– no new activity revealed on my last MRI, no relapses. Bam!
So, let the T flow. No excitement in the infusion room and no excitement on my MRI results? Perfectly fine with me.
Ciao for now.