This afternoon I am having an adverse reaction to my IVIG medication for the first time in 10 years.
I am literally using different colored markers on the hour to mark the swelling at the site of where my i.v. was to know if it is getting better or worse. It is not getting better.
I hate going to the emergency room. I have been there enough times in the last two months to call it my home. The hospital scares me for a number of reasons.
Sometimes I wish my Mom was still alive.