writefiction | So This Is Why I Haven't Been Writing......

So about 3, 4 weeks ago, my Dr doubled the dosage of one of my pills. And with doubling the dosage, it means that I had to restart all of my lab work. Meaning for 4 weeks after I had started the new dose, I had to get blood tests once a week for those four weeks, then once every other month until the end of time. Srsly. So today is my third Friday night going down to Manchester to get stabbed to death. Last week they couldn't get blood on the first try so they had to stick me again. But anyway....

So I've been having side-effects from this higher dose. It started two weeks ago. It was the first Wednesday in February. I was so nauseous and my stomach just hurt so badly, I thought I was gonna die. But I woke up the next day fine and dandy. And I continued being fine and dandy straight through my birthday, but woke up last Saturday feeling like I was going to die. It lasted through the weekend and up until Monday. Tuesday I was feeling better. But I had to call the dr's b/c it seemed that no one had called in my new prescription. So I called them and they didn't understand why I had run out so early. Then I explained how my dose got changed and they were supposed to call the new Rx into the pharmacy but never did. I also explained how I was dying. Then the nurse says she needs to talk to my doctor and then she'll call me back.

The nurse finally calls me back at noon time and says that they have no documentation what-so-ever of my dose being changed and I need to come in that day to see the doctor. So basically, I showered, dressed, hopped in my mom's car when she got here and drove all the way to Manchester. When all is said and done, we find out that my constant nausea and stomach pain and the fact that I felt like passing out in the shower the previous day, was due to side-effects from my medication. I was like, Great. So Dr. Andy gives me the choice to lower the medication by 25 mg and I jumped on it.

Now comes the fun part. Yesterday I woke up feeling once again like dying. I called my mom and told her I didn't think I could take any of my pills. She advised on drinking some ginger ale and eating some saltines. I proceeded to tell her I was so sick to my stomach that I couldn't even look at food. But I did end up having some gingerale. When I felt a little better about an hour later, I took my medication. Then I fell asleep for a while. When I woke up again, there was that dying feeling back in full force. Plus, I had to use the bathroom. This is the part that's probably a bit TMI for people, but who the fuck cares.

So anyway, I went and did my thing and I just sat on the toilet with the trash can in my lap b/c I couldn't move I was so nauseous. When I felt well enough to let go of the bucket, I got my tp and finished up. But I barely had time to pull my pants up and turn around when projectile vomit came flying from my mouth. What's really gross, is that I probably got more than half of it in the toilet, but the bathroom was still absolutely covered with throw up. Srsly. It was everywhere. But I did manage to NOT get it on the rug. :D So I threw up a little more and than got out of the bathroom and closed the door and called my mom. I could not clean it up. My mom being the very motherly type, came home from work (which is, like, a mile away) and cleaned the bathroom. I felt so bad for that, but I was so sick that I could hardly go into the bathroom the rest of the night because I was scared I'd puke again.

Today, I woke up feeling a bit better, I at least was hungry and wanted actual food and NOT soup and crackers. But I was definitely waiting to hear from my doctor before taking any medication. My mom called the doctor and told them what was up, so they called me and talked to me. The nurse said she'd talk to my doctor and get back to me. That was at...9:30 this morning. Celine finally called me around 2:30. Dr. Andy wants to keep me on the Purinethol, so I must lower my dosage back down to the 50mg I was taking to begin with. I'm supposed to take it today and all this weekend and let them know how I'm doing on Monday. When I called my mom to tell her, she was like, Did you tell her you're going to be at the clinic on Monday? I didn't tell her that. But the reason I'm going to be there on Monday at 8 o'clock in the fucking morning, is because I have to go in for my routine Colonoscopy. That's a lot of fun. So I'm not allowed to eat anything starting Saturday at Midnight. Which, technically, I guess is really Sunday morning.

And this all sucks b/c Jaci and I were going to see The Minus Scale on Sunday in Dover. Plus, on Saturday we were going to go pick out a puppy. My plans are screwed. And yet, I still have to go to Manchester tonight and get blood work done. Yay. Me.

So that's my wonderful tale of events.

the end.

love,
amanda: jaclyn's ~~TWIN~~ sister