Kesimpta, second week

I injected the second dose of Kesimpta an hour ago, sitting in my living room. I asked Cattitude and Adrian to be there and observe, so they could do the injection in future weeks. This turned out to be a good thing, because I had misremembered what the nurse showed me, and was trying to press a non-existent button on the self-injecting device with my thumb. The way it actually works is, hold the thing firmly, press against your skin, and the device senses the pressure and does the injection.

I now need to buy a sharps container, one large enough to hold the self-injecting pens. (For the moment, I put the used injector back in the box it came in.)

Next Wednesday will be the third dose ("week 2"), then two weeks after that is "week 4" (and the fourth dose). I just called the pharmacy, and they told me I can order the refill a week from tomorrow.

ETA: I just bought a sharps container at CVS; the pharmacist said it's the only one they stock, and yes it's big enough for the Kesimpta injectors. I forgot to ask him whether they take sharps containers back for disposal; on the other hand, he forgot to charge me for the container, which I only noticed when I got home and looked at the receipt.

Wednesday reading

Recent reading:

Aftermarket Afterlife, by Seanan McGuire: the most recent Incryptid book. Contains significant spoilers for events earlier in the series, including but not limited to the immediately-previous Spelunking through Bedlam

The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels, by India Holton, a light, odd fantasy romance novel set in an alternate England during Queen Victoria's reign

Letters to Half-Moon Street, by Sarah Wallace, M/M romance set in an alternate past, where same-sex relationships are accepted as a matter of course, but one of the main characters' family is pushing him to get married, offering to send him a list of suitable women, or one of suitable men.

The Sybil in Her Grave, by Sarah Caudwell, another read-aloud. This one turned unexpectedly dark near the end, after several plausible murder suspects were ruled out. Cattitude kept asserting, as the story went along, that "Rodrigo is innocent." [Rodrigo is a vulture, and did not in fact kill anyone.]

Lyorn, by Steven Brust, the most recent Vlad Taltos (Jhereg) book. This one contains spoilers for many of the previous volumes. Much of the book takes place in a theater, and the text is full of lyrics filking songs from musicals. I did find myself thinking "Mike [Ford] did it better" (in How Much for Just the Planet?); the similarity may be part of why Brust dedicated this book to him.

I would recommend all of these except "The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels," with the notes about

Currently reading: Well, I've been partway through _The Rediscovery of America_ for weeks, and keep not picking it up again.