For someone who doesn't even take a pill for a headache, I sure have a lot of medications. Some are preventative pills some are reactive pills... some are pills to decrease the side effects of the other pills.
They all need to be taken at different times, some with food some without, some before chemo and some immediately after.
And not to mention the injections. Yowser.
I am going to get an injection about 24 hours after chemo - in my belly - apparently it goes in my fatty tissue.
(Note to self: do more crunches)
This particular injection is supposed to help get my white blood cells up for the second week of my chemo cycle. The way I understand it is this: I get my chemo on March 9th. Then I have about a week of feeling really crummy. Then, the second week, I start feeling better but my blood counts are at their lowest, so my immune system is compromised for that second week. I will be hiding under my covers and living in a bubble so that I don't catch a cold. Then, my third week is supposed to be my best week out of the cycle. My blood counts are on their way up and I am not sick from the chemo anymore. Whoohoo.
Then, we start the next cycle and we do this dance all over again.
And again and again and again.
(good thing I like routine)
Now, the injection is something I am choosing to do to help me boost my white blood counts while I go through chemo. I understand that by taking this injection I have a better chance of not getting sick the second week. This is especially important since I have no bubble to hide in and 4 children with germ filled hands running around. I figure it would be an extra boost, so to speak.
But it doesn't come easy. The biggest side effect, my doctor said, is bone pain, muscle pain, joint pain, skeletal pain.... Wait, I want to make sure I emphasize this and you don't miss it!
The main side effect is PAIN!!
A whole lot of that, in all sorts of different areas of my body.
It is supposed to last about 4-5 days and then subside.
I must be crazy to willingly put myself in this situation. I hate pain. Of all sorts. I cry when I get a paper cut. How will I handle it all?
Oh, I remember, drugs.
Well, that's alright then.
I also want to point out how silly 'the system' is.
They (Cancer Centre people) said that a home nurse would be administering the said injection to me at home.
But, when I called the home nurse people (because I like to micromanage and make sure we are all on the same page) they tell me that their policy is NOT to administer the first injection, due to risk of an allergic reaction. I need to go to the cancer center and get it injected there.
Good thing I called.
So I get back on the phone with the cancer agency, who says "oh, no problem, you can just give it to yourself then. We have a Nuelasta school (Nuelasta is the name of the injection) and you can learn to administer it yourself"
Ummm.... let's see. I don't like needles. I don't even like looking at needles. There is no way I can actually poke myself with a needle on purpose.
Especially a needle that will bring me pain.
Even if you send me to school for it (school is a bit of a stretch too, nurses go to school for years, my 'school' would be a 20 minute information session)
And not to mention that if the home nurse people are uncomfortable giving this to me for the first time, why should I feel oh, so comfortable?
After all, I'm a civilian.
What do I know?
I don't see the logic in this at all.