Home Delivery for Tezspire

Friday morning was a blessing. It was overcast and cool (19° in the early morning), so I got to go on our walk with our friends and our digs without first having to stand all morning watering the plants. Sadly, I couldn’t make it the whole way. My foot was just too, too sore. So, home we came, jubilant that it was so comfortably cool and cloudy.

But it didn’t last. Pooey! At noon the clouds cleared, and suddenly the pressure was on to water everything, so I got busy and did the entire backyard before Sheba and I went into the village to shop and to pick up medications. When we got home, I only had the edible garden and front bed and the trees to water, and then I knew I had dinner, chaise and movie time to enjoy.

And I’ve got to do all that watering all over again today. Sigh. I’ve been watering daily for a long time now, and there’s still a very long time to go. But regardless of the drought and the dry brown surface of the yard, Pinecone Park still looks good. There is such lushness and colour in the garden beds, your eye doesn’t take notice of the bland carpet.

The Infusion Pharmacy in Nanaimo called me. Infusion is the process of getting medication into the bloodstream and bypassing the digestive system. This pharmacy specializing in providing equipment (pens) and medication (cartridges) to people who self-administer their medications.

They are my provider, so she called to tell me that she is retaining the first dose at the pharmacy where I’ll be getting my training next Friday, and that all ensuing doses will be coming by Fedex to me here at home. I put the drug in the fridge, and I take it out an hour before I administer it to warm up. Them WHAM! I stick myself. They will show me several places on my body where I can use the pen, and I’m to rotate administrations so that I don’t get sores, and they will call me to arrange for a deliver every month and I must stay home that day to put the pen in the fridge right away.

So, done! Now all I need to do is be instructed in shooting myself, and that’s it. The ball will be rolling, and it’ll roll ‘till I die. And that will end a saga that began on May 29^th, 2024, when I tried to walk along my street to Pete and Ali’s place, four houses down, and I couldn’t make it. On June 25^th, I begin the appropriate treatment.

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For Beth: I watched a movie last night that I really enjoyed. It’s called Everything’s Going to be Great. Alison Janney and Bryan Cranston do a magnificent job of bringing their characters to life. They are a married couple: he is a regional theatre artistic director; she is the company manager wherever he works. Their two kids work wherever their parents are working. One son is like I was at his age—smitten with the theatre. The other son likes football.

There are some terrific lines in the movie, and it rolls right along. The thespian son is played by Benjamin Evan Ainsworth. He stars in a CBC comedy called Son of a Critch. I’ve never watched that show, but I’ve seen ads for it and young Benjamin is clearly a very gifted actor. He is the lead of Everything’s Going to be Great, and he’s in middle school in the film.

I rented it for $6.50. I got it through the Apple TV store.

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Today had dawned as did yesterday. It’s cloudy and only 15°, but I can tell that there’ll be clear sky in an hour or so. There’s likely to me more mornings like this in the coming week, and that makes me happy because I don’t have to rush out in the morning to water. This morning, I must make tarts to take over to Dave and Ursula’s because tonight I am dining with them. They’re going to barbeque salmon for us and their daughter, Sarah, and Sara’s husband, Grey, will be there.