Now Playing: Day 616-The Final Road To Survival
WHEW! Another horrible treatment aftermath! Does this stuff ever get any easier? Will I ever become a pro? I think NOT!
I was smart enough to start my treatment yesterday around 5pm but not smart enough to remember each Hell-In-A-Jug can hit you totally differently! Although this time around it was rather quicker than most it still gave me some horrible cardiac side affects which made it impossible to get any sleep! GRRRR! Around 6am it felt as if my heart was literally beating outside my own body. SCARY! Smart is knowing when not to hit the panic button and freak out...Kinda like this time. Forget taking my blood pressure, I would rather not know. Instead I stumbled my way back into the bathroom and sat there for around 15 minutes. By 10:30am I was back up again. This time vomiting. Not good! Most people would had woken someone up but my friend was sleeping so soundly and since its his day off I figured if things get worse within the next hour I would then wake him up. Luckily the vomiting subsided and I fell back asleep due to exhaustion. Around 11:30am I was right back up again. This time with horrific intestinal pressure and pain. If ever a time to hit the emergency room I was darn close to it but instead I took as much as my tired body could handle. By now my friend was up and a bit worried but we worked though the hellish Drano aftermath and here I am, ALIVE!
With Christmas Eve less than twenty-four hours away I am already exhausted thinking about all the running around. It used to be something I looked forward to but this was before becoming sick. Each year it gets harder and harder because my body just can't take all the traveling and stress. I don't do stress anymore. In fact I am finding myself quickly running away from it. AMEN. At this point a nice QUIET church service would be perfectly fine to me. QUIET is the key word because when your body is at the point of rebounding from weekly trauma it can't handle any excess loud noise or stress. I respect my treatments and take them very seriously so its a strategic game over the next four days when my body is at its worse. So far I figure I will just take things one day and one hour at a time.
Even during the holidays.
I do have plans but I always make sure not to make any promises I can't keep. Heck! I can't even think hour to hour anymore whether alone what time I will be at church or so and so's house. Seems I am not alone in the pre-stress moment of Christmas. Many other fellow GP'ers are feeling the exact same way. Its exhausting living with a condition that takes away one important part of living which is food but worse when you are juggling a million other things at the same time. Like trying to fit in with the rest of society and just being normal when you honestly just feel like pitching a tent and sleeping.
So this evening after a very long and tiring past 24 hours I decided to sit back on my couchbed, plug in my heating blanket, heating pad, grab my Pedialyte, Gatorade, SmartWater and Dannon yogurt shot and enjoy the holidays the most relaxing and best way I can! Watching Frosty, Rudolph and other fellow friends at the Land of Misfit Toys. Hahahaha! OK, so that did sound funny didn't it?
Here's to a better day and peaceful Christmas!