This morning, after a brief internal battle with my cold about whether or not to get up, I dragged myself out of bed and into some comfortable clothes, and simultaneously applied makeup and ate oatmeal, all the while worrying about my two-and-a-half mile trip to the hospital.
I was out of the dorms by 7:05 and headed straight for the nearby subway station to purchase my first Metro Card.
It was relatively easy using the subway for the first time, alone. There weren't very many people, which was both a relaxing and unsettling feeling. Apparently, even in New York, nobody is willing to wake up at seven on Saturday morning.
About thirty seconds after I reached the platform, the 3 Train showed up which, according to my handy-dandy Google Maps app, was just the train I was looking for. I took a seat and waited and soon enough, I was at 110th street. I got off and had a very relaxing walk next to Central Park all the way to 102nd, where the hospital is located. New York can really be beautiful in the quiet morning hours.
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Once I got to the hospital, I wandered around a bit, trying to figure out where to go. When I got to the fourth floor, there were signs everywhere talking about the cancer center, which got me confused and turned around a bit. I had to take several turns into side hallways to find the Remicade infusion center, but once I found it, it was very relaxing and spacious. I have a nice room with a sliding door, outlets to charge my phone and laptop, and WiFi (for the first time since arriving!)
After a couple of hours, there was a big commotion. People were yelling, they were calling the emergency teams, someone was turning blue, it wasn't good. Luckily, the problem was solved quickly and by the time the medical team and 911 got here, everything was fine and they had to be turned away.
Never a dull moment in NYC.
I had finished the infusion, set up my next appointment, and was out of there by 11:30 a.m. This time on the way home, I took a stroll through central park, which was even more beautiful than next to it.
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When I got home, I made some spaghetti, laid down in bed, and found myself utterly relaxed, comforted by the thought that I had no obligations for the rest of the weekend.
Except homework. And grocery shopping. And laundry.
It never ends.
Love,
Little Me
I had finished the infusion, set up my next appointment, and was out of there by 11:30 a.m. This time on the way home, I took a stroll through central park, which was even more beautiful than next to it.
When I got home, I made some spaghetti, laid down in bed, and found myself utterly relaxed, comforted by the thought that I had no obligations for the rest of the weekend.
Except homework. And grocery shopping. And laundry.
It never ends.
Love,
Little Me
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