The line comes out.

Tomorrow, a la 11am, I am officially saying good bye to Larry and Sly. My central line is being removed and I will be able to sweat, to shower and to throw away my IV pole.

Feeling a weird mix of relief and well, anxiousness. I'm still on oral antibiotics. They tell me I might even feel worse for a bit when the line comes out. There is going to be no definitive "I am now healthy" moment. But I feel like I am holding out for one. And while I'm thrilled not to have the line in, it also takes away my ability to describe my pain quickly to people. Without the line, my street cred. diminishes. I don't' know why this worries me so much, but I hate having people treat me like either a.) nothing that big is going on or b.) that they can help fix me. Having the line generally eliminates both.

I think I just expected to be happier about this than I am. I am just feeling... off.