Today I was supposed to start the Rituxan infusions, the first of four in the next four weeks. Instead, here I sit back at my desk.

I have four different health insurance plans, and as anyone who has ever gotten sick (especially chronic illness) knows, insurance companies are often determined not to pay. My first-line insurance apparently is being finnicky. The oncology office believes that it will be resolved soon and I can be rescheduled for this week or next. Ultimately, it will work out in some way once the payments filter through the four levels of insurance anyways.

I have to admit I’m a bit disappointed. I dislike the infusions, but I’m eager to get out of this flare. The pain and weakness sometimes has been unreal. For the first time in a while I actually feel like a legitimate fall risk which is incredibly strange at 28 years old.

On another, possibly more important note, it’s March Madness time. Fly high Jayhawks, Rock Chalk!