I HATE Neulasta!

This week has been really rough.  As I wrote before, I had two really bad days after the Neulasta shot.  Then, I had two ok days.  That’s the last of the ok days I’ve had since.

I woke up with my back & thighs killing me.  I could barely get out of bed or walk.  This has gone on pretty continuously, & occasionally, a new bone would add its two cents to the mix.  In the middle of all this, I had to go to get another dose of venofer & see Dr. Morrissey.  As Roseanne Rosannadanna would have said, “I thought I was gonna die”.

Thankfully, I was able to go to the appointments & smile.  My Aubrie was with me, & I don’t like my kids to see me in pain.  Yes, I know that they know, but I figure if I can pretend as much as humanly possible, they won’t realize how bad it is.

Sidebar:  Dr. Morrissey took my last drain tube out.  I didn’t realize how long I’ve been living with one until I looked at the calendar.  Since surgery on November 23^rd, I’ve had a drain tube in.  Wait, it was out for about 6 days, but that was when I had that God awful infection.  So, even though it was out for that brief period of time, I wasn’t conscious enough to appreciate it.  So, there’s always a bright side somewhere.

Ooh, wait, though, Dr. Morrissey actually said, “keep an eye on things.  If stuff even begins to swell, call me.”  Now, you gotta give the man a pass here & there ‘cause he’s cute, but I had to really, really, really bite my tongue.  Inside my head was screaming, “Ya think????”  Now that I think about it, I can’t say for certain that the comment actually stayed inside my head.  There’s a good chance that I actually said it out loud.  Huh – how about that?  Oh, well.  I don’t have to see him again for two weeks now, which is good.  I’m getting really tired of running from one doctor appointment to the next.

ANYWAYS, this week has sucked big time.  Thankfully, a cancer survivor, Maureen, took pity on me & is corresponding with me.  She told me to get as many heating pads as humanly possible.  Of course, I’ve done that.  I kind of look like the Michelin Tire Man walking around, with a big ol’ heating pad strapped to my back & another one on my thighs.  Or another visual could be the Pillsbury Dough Boy from “Ghost Busters”.  Either which way, I’m surrounded by heating pads, homeopathic heat wraps (which stink to high Heaven), & anything else I can grab that gives off heat.  Even poor Bubba (our large black lab) has been part of my little freak show of heating elements.  But I don’t care how I look.  Well, not right now, that is.  I’m sure soon enough, I’ll go back to Fernando’s mantra, “It’s always better to look good than it is to feel good darling”.  Frankly, I can’t wait until I feel good.

Oh, well, on the bright side, Dr. Seisholtz says that the bone pain means that the Neulasta is doing its job.  If you asked ME, a little TOO well - ugh!

Round Two of Chemo starts this Tuesday.  Of course, followed up by another Neulasta shot Wednesday.  Shoot me now, shoot me now!