If this doesn't update this time, I am just going to say "f**k it" and move on. I have tried four times to save about 10 paragraphs and my patience is wearing thin.
Okay, so here is how it broke down:
Friday: surreal, no side effects but a panic attack that made me nauseous (a pro-something took care of that)
Saturday: surreal, a bit "disconnected"; went shopping and by Patti's house
Sunday: disconnected; went shopping (do you see a pattern here?)
Monday: disconnected, tired, some bone pain (from the Neulasta)
Tuesday: IN HELL. I literally felt like I was coming out of my skin. I called Todd and told him to come home before I hung myself from a tree in the back yard. We realized it was me coming down from the steriods that was making me crazy...crazier as it may be. The nurse said that they would change the steroid protocol next time to dose me down.
Wednesday: Better, but still a little freaked out from yesterday.
Thursday: I would have sworn I had the flu--sore throat, achiness, headache. I told Laurie Ann that I didn't think I could do this 5 more times. The nurse told me to treat it like I would a cold/flu, so I did. I felt better by that afternoon.
Friday: Good.
Saturday: Better. Feel hung over.
Sunday: Even better. Still feel slightly hung over. Did we go out with Pat & Kelly on Friday night and I just don't remember?!?
Monday: I felt completely normal. Completely normal. I went for my Day 10 blood test (to make sure my blood counts were good), and they were all within normal range, except that I am a bit anemic. I have been anemic on and off for as long as I can remember, so no biggie. She mentioned "passing out", but I chose to ignore that part. Don't want to throw myself into a panic attack about possibly passing out and then pass out.
The rest of the week was AWESOME. I felt like I had never had chemo at all.
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