I started another thread because I want to put an upward spin on this whole IVIG thing. Alan's guy Gene was supposed to come between 9 a.m. and 10 and I was to take the med out of the fridge at 8:30 a.m.

I get up and Alan is no where to be found. He went somewhere and it's now 8:a.m. and NO ALAN!!! Seems he left the house to go to the post office (knowing it opens at 7:30), BUT NO KNOWING THAT THEY DON'T TAKE ANY CUSTOMERS UNTIL 8 A.M).

So I'm saying to myself "oh my god, I've got $6000 worth of Gamma stuff and the guy will come at 9 or 10 and there's no ALAN.

Thank god, he walks in the door at 8:20 a.m. He takes his pre-meds and I take the gamma out of the fridge at 8:30 a.m.. We are eating breakfast and the doorbell rings.

Alan looks at me and says 'it' can't be". I said "of course it can be, you expect things to go right all the time?????". So this delightful person walks in my house shakes my hand and I promptly say "you're early, right?" and he laughs and says "there was no traffic". So I say "Then you must eat breakfast with us". "I make homemade muffins". He eyes lit up, he sat with us and had coffee and muffins.

Then the best part happened. He had a french accent. Alan groans "Oh no, now I'm going to hear you two speak french all day long". And of course he was right.
I was in my glory. A nice nurse, speaking french. blah blah blah.

So after breakfast, he hooks up Alan and, in the beginning could not get the iv thing to drip at a continuous rate. We had to position Alan with pillows, change where he was sitting, change HOW he was sitting, moving his arm, etc. Finally, it worked just fine.

So right now, Alan is in the living room, hooked up to the IV, answering all of Gene's questions while he fills out the paperwork.

So far, so good.

Melody

P.S. It's now 12 p.m. and the nurse had to change Alan's tubing. It seemed Alan has to be sitting in a certain position for the drip to be continuous. Happened even after he changed the tubing. So I simply popped another pillow in back of Alan (he already had two), and VOILA!!! the thing started dripping again.
The two of them are inside the living room talking conspiracy theories, etc. Alan is having a ball. The guy said "too bad I have to go to my second job (he works at a psychiatric facility). He said "I'd love to continue this conversation" I said "well, you're coming back tomorrow, and he said "oh yeah', we can really talk.

They're jabbering away as the guy takes his pressure, checks his vitals, etc. He writes down everything he checks. He's a good guy.
Thank goodness.