No More!

While on the methotrexate, I have to get regular blood draws.  Normally, this is just an annoyance, but this time, it was way worse.  I went on Monday, and they couldn't get blood, so they told me to come back on Wednesday.  So I went back today, after drinking as much fluid as I could, and it was miserable!  They poked and poked and were only able to get one of the 3 vials they needed.  So they told me at the office they'd contact my doctor and he'd be getting back to me.  This afternoon, his patient coordinator called, and she wanted me to go to the hospital to get the blood drawn.  I almost lost it on her.  I said "No!"  No more needle sticks, no more poking.  I am NOT a human pincushion!  My arms hurt and are bruised.  She called the doctor and called back a bit ago.  The doctor told her I don't have to go back until next month for more blood tests.  Good, because I wasn't going to.

It doesn't matter how much I drink beforehand, because the more I drink, the more D I have.  It feels very pointless to me.  I am not sure what I'm going to do, because the meth should have started working by now, but it hasn't.  I'm still having pain and D.  Maybe a little less than before, but still pain and D.  And, on top of that, I'm exhausted all the time.  ALL.  THE.  TIME.  I am just frustrated.