6. the first dose
I wanted to get started sooner rather than later. Lisa and I were getting married, and we would soon be in Italy. Would X have the worm FedX’d to our hotel room in Rome? He would.
Unfortunately, things did not go so well. I worried the whole time we were traveling about whether it would be there when we arrived, and started a course of prednisone about five days before we were due to arrive in the Imperial City. Finally, we got there and…no FedX package. I panicked, called X and had a bit of a hysterical fit.
He called back, apologized profusely, and promised to send another dose. Only, if we were lucky, it would arrive the night before our flight. I had hoped to have it while we had several days ahead of us in one place, so that I could adjust if I reacted badly to it. Oh, well, I was going to travel whether I was sick or not with it, now.
The package did indeed arrive on our last night there. Inside, I found a 2×2 band-aid, a dropper, and two tiny vials of what looked like water, about the size of my thumbnail. One of the vials had “C” marked on the lid.
There were no instructions in the package. Arrrghghgh!!!
I hastily called X, who apologized for there not being any instructions. “I emailed them to you,” he said. But no email had arrived. Sigh… So X gave me verbal instructions, which I followed to the letter.
I opened the “C” vial, and pulled water out of it with the dropper. I squeezed out the liquid onto the pad of the band-aid. When it was empty, I did the same with the unmarked vial. Then I put the band-aid on my forearm. Then I went to bed.
I thought about the little wormy fellows now burrowing their way into my bloodstream, and felt so excited I could barely sleep. I felt so warm towards them, so hopeful.
Too bad they were dead.