When I got to my INR appointment yesterday I expected to be in range again (2.5-3.0). I was in a good mood and joking with the pharmacist. I said, “Surely, if I get a 2.4, I don’t need to take the shots for that? It’s so close to range.”

Ha ha ha, so funny.

My INR was 1.8.

My INR has only been below 2 when I started getting it tested, back in September.

Sigh. I have to do those shots again.

I didn’t feel as dejected this time. I laughed about it.

But then I could tell I was upset because I was really pissy on the drive home. (Or was that just because of the crappy drivers? GTFO of the left lane if you aren’t passing or are going slow GAHHHHH)

Getting this funny postcard in the mail cheered me up

Honestly, I’m mostly upset about spending so much time driving to these appointments and to pharmacies to pick up drugs (that aren’t even vegetarian!!!). I’m grateful the pharmacists at the hospital (not to be confused with the ones at Target where I pick up the drugs) take care of me (the ones at Target do too) but I am wasting so much time on the car, and I am really trying to be more purposeful with how I spend my time.

Wah wah wah. I just needed to vent. I know this isn’t a big deal AT ALL. I just wanted to whine. So thanks for reading, and following along in this fun journey of mine!

(I’m proud of myself that I didn’t react by overeating (or even having something to eat) which would be my normal go to. Good work Kim!)