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Happy To Be Here

My latest article is on The Mighty this morning.  Click HERE.

I’m dreading my day at the infusion clinic and my article about “Happy to be Here” is online.  The irony.  It burns.

Keeping Score

New Meds:  1
Me:  0

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Uncle

I give up.  I give in.  After six months of living in nearly constant pain, I am agreeing with the doctor and will start taking yet another daily medication.

I don’t want another medication.

I don’t want another set of side effects.

Mostly, I don’t want to get dressed and go to the pharmacy.

 

Good News / Bad News

A week after my last infusion, I have decided that this was the worst one ever.  Migraine-like pain the night of the infusion, morning-sickness-like nausea for a week.  Overwhelming fatigue.  As my husband reminded me, I have been far sicker (with pneumonia, E. Coli, and when my Relapsing Polychondritis was ruining my life) but as I reminded him, that doesn’t make it fun.  Can you imagine the witty marital banter that surrounded that conversation?

A week after my last infusion, I have some news.

Good News:  The “what’s that smell?” nausea has lifted and I’m able to eat without as much fear.

Bad News:  The steroids in my IV are wearing off and I’m feeling pain again.

Badder News:  The weather hates me.  A whole lot.  I’m barely moving today and I hate the weather right back.

Good News:  I don’t have anywhere I need to be so I am working at home at my own slower-than-a-snail pace.

Bad News:  I have another infusion next Monday.

Optimistic News:  Maybe I will be able to call that one the easiest one yet?

The Best News:  Everything I’m dealing with is just physical discomfort.  Nothing going on in my body right now is destroying it or shortening my life.

I win!

The Alien is in my Brain

I get the impression that some people handle infusions really well.  I’d like to be one of those people, but sadly I’m not.

I make jokes about “(IV) pole dancing,” pack goodies to make the day easier (fuzzy blankie, chocolate), and have chicken/rice soup waiting for me in the crock pot when I get home.  Still, it’s pretty awful. I tried to be human last night but gave up around 7pm when the alien was trying to burst out of my skull.  It took hours for the pain to let up enough for me to sleep, and then only fitfully.

Fifteen hours later finds me still in bed.  The alien is napping now and I hope he stays quiet in my brain today during my full schedule of gastro symptoms and nausea.  I’m thinking of the household work that I should do as well as the “work” work I should do.  I’m also thinking I should attempt to shower at some point today.  I cautioned my husband “Don’t expect much.”

I already need a nap and am trying hard not to dwell on the fact that I get to do this all over again in 13 short days since I know that Round Two is always worse.  Whimper.

So yes, while I am grateful that these infusions are working and keeping my Relapsing Polychondritis quiet, I still whine when I feel awful.

Allow Me to Explain

I mentioned to some people tonight that it was the first time since starting my infusions that my Relapsing Polychondritis hasn’t flared up between infusions.  This is most excellent news and they agreed!

Them:  “We’re so glad you are feeling better!”

Me:  “Well…. I’m not actually feeling better.  In fact, I feel pretty awful pretty much all of the time.  But that’s just my fibromyalgia acting up.  It’s only pain so no big deal.”

They got really confused looks on their faces.  How do I explain to them that my RP wants to kill me and I’m celebrating that it’s quiet and hasn’t progressed this season while I’m in severe pain from my stupid fibromyalgia that doesn’t want to kill me and that, in the balance, this is all good news?

Wanna Hear a Joke?

Today is my first day of 29 days at home.  I’m so excited!

The weather is getting warmer and I don’t feel awful and I have 29 days at home.  This makes me feel like I might be able to improve my health by eating well and moving more.  Heck, I might even lose a few pounds!

Then I remembered that I’m home for 29 days because I have a series of infusions coming up.  These treatments involve high doses of steroids.

For a few minutes today, though, I thought that I’d be able to lose some weight while drowning in steroids.

Funny, right?