Yesterday was my "meth injection", my weekly shot of methotrexate. I spent the rest of the day dozing and not doing much of anything. Then this morning, I had a 100% normal BM. I mean really normal. The kind of BM I haven't had in years. As my sister joked, take a picture of it and post it on Facebook it is so normal. I thought "wow, I guess I'm all better now! I can go back to work, and I'll be feeling fine in no time. Everything is great". Silly me. I went to Target because we were out of milk, bread, juice and a bunch of other things. As I'm in the store, I start to feel the sharp pains. I am almost in agony. Then I realized, I needed to get to a bathroom RIGHT NOW. Luckily, I know where all the bathrooms are, and I wasn't far from the pharmacy bathroom. So I run in there, and boom! Explosive diarrhea (ED). Fantasy shattered! But wait. Maybe that was an anomaly. So I head home, unpack the groceries, and have to stop midway to run to the bathroom. Again, ED. After the groceries are put away, I watch some TV and decide to eat something today. Boom! More ED. After talking to my sister for a bit on the phone, I come up to my room to read, but I don't get far before more ED, and more and more. I guess I was too optimistic this morning with the one "perfect BM". Then, I lay in bed to read, because all of the sudden, I am beyond exhausted. Next thing I know, my son is in the room, telling me all about his trip to the zoo with his dad. I couldn't even tell if it was the same afternoon or next morning. I beg my husband for some more rest, and I sleep for about another hour and a half.
I guess I'm not cured. I can't imagine how I'm going to live like this. Any suggestions anyone?
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