I survived yesterday in my protocol, which consisted of
Diflucan and Flagyl to attack the Lyme cysts and then the yeast. Nothing intravenously. I was absolutely miserable, and my mind
was attacking me. After I posted
yesterday’s blog post, I had to go to Lab Corp to get my weekly labs drawn and
this was the absolute last day I could have my blood drawn during my 1st
antibiotic week. The doctors like
to monitor all of my red blood cells, white blood cells, kidney functions,
liver functions, etc which I do appreciate, but yesterday I really did not
think I was going to make it to LabCorp.
Every time I stood up from lying down, I would feel like I was going to
pass out and my face was very pale.
I was determined though; I was going to make it the 20 minutes to
LabCorp to have my blood drawn and I did.
I even had to wait when I got there because everyone goes on Saturdays
since there isn’t work for many people it is most convenient. I just couldn’t tolerate the noise of a
crying baby in there, so luckily I didn’t have to wait too too long. I also noticed myself getting out of
breath easily which makes me feel like those around me must think I am so out
of shape or am a smoker or something!
After I had my blood drawn my Grandmother had called me back
and said if I felt up to it she could come down and take me out for lunch. I knew I was feeling entirely too weak
for visitors, but had she not come down I anticipated lying on the couch not
eating and getting weaker. My body
was just ached and the nerve pain that I felt on my right side was
unthinkable. Plus I had a headache
of magnitude proportions, but I took some Baclofen and Zofran to try to help
with some of my pain and nausea when I got home and told my Grandmother that
lunch would be nice.
I laid around until she got here watching Remember the
Titans, one of my favorite movies, and then we discussed where we would go for
lunch. I just wanted to go
somewhere close because I was not dressed for anywhere remotely nice; I was in
yoga pants and a T-shirt and was in significant pain. We decided on a restaurant about 2 miles from my house. I was able to eat about 1/3 of my salad
with grilled chicken on it; I was mentally talking to myself hoping I would not
throw up because I was feeling so nauseous. I succeeded though, I did not throw up but I did feel
extremely nauseous so when I came I waited the appropriate time and after my
Grandmother had left I took Phenergran.
It seemed to help; I have also been drinking lots and lots of water!
I hate watching movies, because there are so many better
ways to spend your time plus I just get ancy, but being sick what else is there
to do!!! So, I rented the movie Side Effects on Amazon movies à which I do NOT
recommend by any means, it will only make you more depressed and cause your
mind to over think. Essentially
after forty minutes or so I had to stop watching it because I felt so depressed
and ended up reflecting on my own life and started to cry. A good cry always does help you sleep
though! I ended up falling asleep
for an hour and a half so I can’t really complain. Then, when I woke up I rented the movie Identity Thief,
which was funny. Dumb funny. It had that woman from Bridesmaids in
it; I did have a good laugh from it.
Then before I knew it around 7ish my family was home from their vacation
and around 8:30 I tried to eat frozen yogurt with fruit, but I couldn’t even
finish it because my stomach was just rejecting all the dairy. Oh well! At least I was able to get in some of the berries and some
of the apples! Nutrients is nutrients and I will take what I can get. And for an added bonus I even slept for awhile last
night after Baclofen, Xanax, Trazadone, and the Marinol. Good news though--> FIRST HELL WEEK SURVIVED
“You don’t know pain until you’re staring at yourself in the
mirror with tears streaming down your face and you’re begging yourself to just hold
on and be strong. That is pain.”
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