So today I did my first treatment of IVIG therapy. IVIG, or Intravenous Immunoglobulin, is a nightmare. Ok, it only mostly sucks a lot, but it's not technically so much a nightmare as a major PITA. They take plasma from 1 to 10 thousand people to make one unit of IVIG, which is fortified with gamma globulin, but has not so much as a milligram of riboflavin. Or crunchy honey coating, either. No hearts, moons, stars, or clovers last time I checked into it. But it does contain five types of antibodies known to fight infection in the body, so don't get all snooty, k? What kind of antibodies do you sport, there, smart-arse?
Point is, my body stopped fighting infections due to the absolute crap I have put it through trying not to die from pulmonary fibrosis. Plus I'm now chronically anemic and the transfusions of USDA prime Ahmed blood don't seem to do the job any longer.
So for five days, and once a month thereafter, I will be getting an IV of IG and some crackers. It takes several hours for this stuff to trickle into me, so I'm on the George Bush Senior plan at the infusion lab. (Get it? Trickle down. haha!)
And why, you may ask, am I telling anybody? Well I plan to be an absolute bitch for a little while. I hate IV drugs. I hate anything that has to get into my veins directly because my veins are, after what they've been through, rubbish. It takes forever to get a line into me and forever to keep it, and the veins like to be shitty and shut down just for farts and giggles.
So if I love you but snapped at you for no apparent reason it's because my arms hurt and I hate the world. I still love you. I'll do something nice to make up for it soon, I promise.
Do you think the riboflavin might have made this much better? Yeah... I didn't think so either.