A nurse named Jessica comes to my house. Courier delivered all the supplies earlier today. She shows me the ropes of how to clean and start my IV drips and she inserts an IV catheter. Did I mention I love needles? It doesn’t go in. Imagine that. I think God is trying to get back at me for something. She stabs my right arm and finally it goes. She finally does the two-hour drip and all goes well. No reactions, but after I am wired. Really wired! I talk to my dad on the phone after I am done. He later tells me two days later he couldn’t understand a word I said to him the entire time we talked. I sleep finally at 4am.