F-U IF

So I have to share this little tidbit about Friday night. I've been doing my shots around 9:30 each night, and on the night of the Wilco show I knew I'd have to do something a little different. I emailed the nurse to ask if I could pre-mix the repronex before I leave so I wouldn't have quite so much shit to schlep around. She said no and suggested I take them before I leave as early as 7, but what she didn't understand is that I was leaving my house around 4 for acu, then to meet W and head to Berkeley. I decided just to bring it all with me, and shot myself up in the bathroom of the bar we had pre-concert bevvies.

It's so strange to say, but it was kind of exhilarating! LIke a big FUCK YOU to IF. You can't keep me down, beotch! Also it was kind of amusing when I got to the show, because the bag checker-outer lady was so fucking stoned she wouldn't have known contraband if she found it and smoked it herself. I had to open the cheesy cooler bag that I packed my meds in. I'd gotten rid of all the needles, etc., but the follistim pen was left and some alcohol swabs I think. She asked what it was and I said it was the remains of some medicine I had to take earlier. She instantly became this sweet (baked) old grandma and was like, "Oh you poor dear, you go right on through..." Of course she didn't bother to look through the rest of my bag which was big enough to hold all sorts of forbidden items. Guess I'll have to remember that trick for when I'm actually smuggling something!

Anyway, I highly recommend shooting up in a public place. Don't let IF make you a prisoner in your own home!