Remicade : Day 1772

I forgot to post about my last Remicade infusion and again, not much excitement to it.
I go in, stuff my hand under a heating pad, crank it up to high to make the veins "pop", weigh myself, the nurse slides in the perfectly popped vein, get the infusion and done.
This time there was an older lady, she looked as if she was in her 80's, sitting across from me all curled up in a ball in the chair and all I could think about is....I don't have it so bad.
She looked like a little child sitting there curled up, skinny, frail, sleeping. I remember a time when I use to look like that.
I've been through a lot over the 30 years with Crohn's and after seeing her, I have to keep reminding myself that I don't have it as bad as some and in a way, I guess, I'm "lucky".