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Show 286 Hy is coming over to greet me and I open my eyes against the light long enough to aim my kiss in the right direction. "What's wrong?" he is asking, feeling my forehead. "I just have a headache," I am saying, hoping my saying it will make it so. He is opening some baked beans and will cut a few turkey hot dogs into the beans. It is his own version of "beanie-weanies," and the children enjoy it, never at this age suspecting either the dirth of his culinary skills or the depth of our poverty. "Do you want some, Suz?" he is asking and I am trying to shake my head, in vain. "No, thanks," I reply instead. I am trying to put these things together and do not come up with a happy picture. I have just completed another series of IVIGg as an outpatient and though it does not work as well as the pump did (and of course, the pump is now no longer an option), it does work for short periods. We have figured out an infusion schedule that clips the encroaching symptoms before they get too far out of hand. As for the startle, I can only hope I do not get startled. One startle, augmented for any reason, can put me into the hospital for months, a vicious circle of Versed and hospital-induced startle and more Versed. |