Infections and Fevers

I have this *nasty* infected bug bite on my ankle: i couldn’t walk on friday, so I had to have an emergency trip to dr to get it looked at & get antibiotics. Spent the weekend in bed. Finally walking by Monday night.

Nobody told me not to do my regular injection, which I delayed from Sunday to Monday. (and I did go to the dermatologist Monday, even though i slept through that appointment and arrived an hour late — at 3:30PM!). Apparently the two drugs *do not* like each other. Or maybe my immune system is just that fucked.

I spent the night with a blistering fever, yet shaking with cold tremors. O said she almost threw me in the shower I was so hot (and kept asking for more blankets.) It was the kind of shaking tremor that you just can’t control. It sucked. I couldn’t sleep. Was up for good at 530, but couldn’t really move. Just sitting on the couch trying to meditate some of it away. then at 10am, I fell asleep, and slept all day. today I got up, and felt a good deal better, but still not great. And it has taken me 48 hrs to write this, b/c i keep getting nauseous looking at the screen.

On top of all of that, I left my syringe out – it has to stay refrigerated. I only noticed it late the next day. Two injections worth down the drain, er… sharps container. That’s about $1500 worth of drugs. Good think my co-pay is only $25 for a four pack… It is the only time my insurance has really stood out. That and major surgeries. Everything else they screw me on.

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The other good thing is that because I had to do one week of half dose after I got sick (a good six or eight months ago), I have enough extra that I will be able to do all of my injections. I won’t run out.

I have an infected ankle (but it is getting better)

I had a bug bite, or something, that seemed like it was getting worse. Two days ago, I had some pain walking in the morning, and I tried to lance it that evening, but only got some watery blood… no puss.

I lanced myself, but only got blood

And yesterday morning I woke up just after 8am from a dream in which I broke my ankle. And my ankle was throbbing in pain. I felt absolutely terrible. I got up to go to the bathroom and take some tylenol/advil and i could barely walk. really. i couldn’t put any weight on the bad ankle. I was a mess. When 9am hit, O called my dermatologist for me (I have an appointment on monday anyway…) and they told me my dr wasn’t in, but to just come in and one of the doctors would see me. We ended up taking a car in for an inspection.

When I got there, the doctor looked at O and me and joked “You two sure look like you’ve had a rough night.” Later, when she realized I was on IFN, and had been for a year, she apologized profusely. I told her its good to get a reality check sometimes…

She pushed on the welt/bite, and decided that there was no pustule (which I think I had already proven the night before.) Put some topical antibiotic on it. And gave me a prescription for antibiotics. I spent all of yesterday and most of today in bed with my foot elevated. I’m just now starting to feel a little bit better. I can walk around a bit without intense pain.

getting better

I think it got so bad overnight because I injected that night. That injection caused my immune system to temporarily dip even further below its already immunosuppressed state.

Lying in bed for the last two days is all too familiar. Last spring I spent 6 weeks lying in bed while recovering from my surgeries. It was a little offputting to realize I was back in the same place. Thought I knew it was only temporary.

Likewise, me telling the dermatologist that I had been on IFN for a year made me realize that, in fact, I started my interferon June 16, so in ten days, I actually will have been on the drug for a year.

It is all a front

On Mar 15, 2009, at 12:27 PM, PD wrote:

i think b/c your studio work seems productive i assumed that you were feeling better. but i know you well enough to know that i might have been off on that assumption.

Yeah, duh! Of course it is all a front. It is all a way of me thinking that I am okay. Studio production is up, therefore I must be okay. Both telling the outside world, and telling myself. If I keep acting like I am fine I will be fine. (Lie.)

But these last two months have been really hard. And i’ve worn myself down.

And I’m pretty much going to spend the day in bed today. sick to my stomach. exhausted. my skin is falling apart.

Everyday is worse than a hangover

a few nights ago I got quite drunk with O. we were going to have a nightcap and hit the sack early, b/c we were both stressed out. and then as we were finishing that drink, my house guest adam walked in, and we poured another round. then more. then more. i think we did half a bottle of whiskey.

i haven’t drank like that in over a year for sure. i cut alcohol out once i started to get anxious pre-surgeries. and it just lost its appeal. since then it has hurt my mouth too much to drink, and wine has made me feel terrible, even when i have just a sip. but i have discovered that if i drink straight bourbon my mouth is numb within a couple of sips, and after that i can’t *feel* the burn.

so we slept late the next morning. we were going to head upstate early, but that didn’t happen. O rolled over and said “oh, i’m hungover” and i said “yeah me too” and sprung out of bed and said “but i feel like shit every morning, so i’m used to it!” I laughed, and old-man-shuffle-walked to the bathroom (like I do every morning), took my morning tylenol and advil. and made us breakfast.

O couldn’t get out of bed for an hour or so, she was so hungover. i, on the other hand, felt like it was just another day. same old same old.

i could choose to learn two lessons from this:

1. i really do feel really bad every day
2. i might as well drink every night

i’m not sure which is the better lesson

More Drugs Please

I went up to the dr yesterday, and got my FMLA papers signed.

The other goal was to get some drugs to help with the dysesthesia attacks, as well as show him all of my lesions and bleeding sores, and other gross things.  I mentioned my dermatologist gave me something for my lesions which had helped a little bit, and another which didn’t.  He immediately asked “were they steriods” and i said I didn’t know, and he kind of got interogative with me, asking again “well, you should know if they were steriods.”  And I immediately went into a full blown dysesthesia attack.  its that confrontation, that conflict, that interogation, that possibility that I (the expert) might have made the slightest mistake.  In a healthier state, I could have had it roll off my back.  But not now.  The slightest confrontation over something as simple as a scheduling confusion sends me into dysesthesia land.  Which is why it is close to impossible for me to teach on the IFN.  I tried a little bit at the studio, and I just end up clutching my side shivering in a fetal position.

So in a sense it was perfect timing.  He actually got to see it happen.  And see that it was real.  (Maybe my subconscious produced it for him…)  He immediately went into support mode, telling me I was doing well, and that if I wanted I could take a week or two break.  But I dont want to take a break.  It just will delay the overall end point.  I only want to take a break if I’m too sick to take the drugs.  RIght now my WBC is at 2.5, and holding steady there.  It dipped to 1.8 after Banff, but has been steady at 2.5 otherwise.  3.5 is the low range of “normal” so I am still immunosurpressed, but I’m hanging in there.

If the goal was to get drugs, that was a success.  He gave me a prescription for Atarax which is an antihistamine.  Now that I look closer, it is just a higher potency of the over the counter drug I was already taking (Zyrtec). And it is ‘sedating’ so i’ll be more stoned and sleepy.  I’m supposed to give that two weeks, and if that doesn’t take care of the dysesthesia, I start taking Neurontin which is actually an epilepsy drug, which is now widely used to deal with neurological pain.  Frankly, the closest thing I can describe my attacks as, are seizures: I am not totally out of control of my body, but I loose a lot of control to the pain, I go fetal, and afterwards I am disoriented and kind of stoned.

The other thing that happened (in the midst of my attack, me trying to breathe and do meditation on the paper on the exam table, while my doctor keeps saying “you’re doing great”) is that I got my FMLA papers signed.  My “doctor’s note” so to speak.

We calculated out my treatment schedule, and if I take *no* breaks in treatment I will be done the last week of July 2009.  But considering I’ve had to take 4 weeks of breaks in the first 17 weeks of self injection, it is unlikely I will make it through the remaining 31 weeks of self-injection without having to take a break.  So realistically, we’re talking an end of August beginning of September final injection.  As the drug takes some time to work its way out of my system, my Dr has designated a 1 month recovery period, so he has me coming back to work after September.  E.G. October 1st.  I will more or less miss the first 5 weeks of the semester.  I’m working out the details of what that means.  sitting w/ my dr and counting out when I would be done forced all of this.  frankly i was very much in denial of the end date.  it seems so far away, i felt better not thinking about it.  but because it runs up against the fall semester, it is important to address

Too True, Too True

O is sick.  She writes:

I’m not really hungry but i haven’t eaten and want the comfort of
comfort food (sound familiar?) so i’m going to call the diner for
delivery and then just stare at it when it arrives.

it’s a mystery to me what this is. my sore throat is super mild, it’s
just headache, body aches, and total fatigue. i think i might also
have a low-grade fever. i’d say that i really hope you don’t catch
this, except that i know these symptoms already define your every
day….

sad but true.  and well put

Mouth Sores Redux

I have mouth sores again.  This time its not ulcers like the previous two times.  But a swollen bump in the right side of my tongue.  More towards the bottom, but inside.  It feels like a sebacious cyst in hardness, but it hurts to the touch.  And it appeared rather quickly.  Probably just another viral infection, which will hopefully pass w/ none of the fanfare and asskicking of the last one.

In other news, I switched my injection days to Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday evenings.  I was going in to the studio Tuesday and Thursday after injecting the night before, and it was just plain not fun.  So I switched so I can lay low the days after injection, and be fresher when I am in the studio.

Immunosupressed = True; Neti Pot = FAIL!

i spent the day up at Columbia.  no fun.  i just heard back from the doctor, and my white blood cell count *was* low.  The cut off is 3.5, and I was 2.8.  I think its called Neutropenia, right?  Or is that just a suppression of one type of white blood cell.  Everything else was fine, chest x-ray was fine.  Anyway, I’m off the IFN for the week.  I go back on Tuesday for bloodwork again.  If I’m back to normal I will restart the IFN at a reduced dose and ramp back up.

This evening, generally feeling much better than the past few days.

As per my naturopath’s instructions, I got a neti pot and tried to use it, but had somewhat of a comical failure.  I followed his instructions, and also watched a demo on youtube, but I couldn’t get it to work right.  It would just stop up in my top nostril and not go out the bottom.  In one attempt it ran out the back of my throat into my mouth, that was the closest I got to any flow.

If you know  how to use one of these things, and know what I am doing wrong, please comment! (LOL)

Along the way, I found a funny one.  Watch all three rounds of irrigation…

P.S. I weighed in at 203.4lbs.

Still sick

I’m still really sick.  I’m better than I was before, but I am still dizzy and coughing up chunks.  And I’ve got sores on the inside of my mouth again.  I’m on so many drugs right now…  but it doesn’t seem to be getting better, just masking the symptoms.  I have to go in to the doctor tomorrow for bloodwork.  Something is clearly wrong, I just hope it isn’t really bad.  Hopefully it isn’t.