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Jun. 11th, 2012 04:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichOne of the challenges of taking a drug that creates/induces muscular pain as well as gastric distress is that you become accustomed to daily discomfort, to living and functioning in spite of whatever pain you happen to be in. There is a base line, if you will. Somedays you're only at that baseline, somedays it is considerably worse. But you learn to automatically shunt it to the back of your mind.
So ywesterday when I became aware that that I was feeling that niggling little burn-tickle of a budding UTI, it didn't really alarm me. I just thought how grateful I was that I noticed it early and headed off to the store for a few gallons of cranberry juice. Feeling sort of virtuous in that "taking care of yourself" catagory.
This morning I woke up in agony. Searing pain, involuntary tears, inability to walk easily or to even think about sitting still. How the heck did that spring up so fast?
Umm... see first paragraph. It didn't.
Test results were kinda dire, in terms of UTIs. Intraveneous drugs were discussed but it was borderline enough that I was allowed to go home with pills instead. Lots of pills, actually. Blessed, blessed pain-relieving pills. And the doctor, who was female, diabetic, and also past menopause (so we're in the same boat, sort of) just smiled kindly and told me that I'd probably been ill for a bit longer than I thought "given what you have to live with everyday, and judging by your temperature along with the test results." She nodded her head in sympathy and reassured me that there really wasn't a thing that I'd done wrong - it was just circumstances. I told her I'd be off of the cancer therapy in two years and that brought a bigger smile. "It'll be like being released from jail, I'd imagine - you're going to just burst out and have so much energy then! Just keep taking care of yourself now, while you're going through this."
I didn't really need to report all of this on a blog. I mostly wanted to write it someplace where I can go back and read it when things look rough. Oddly, they don't 'look rough' right now, because the pain is easing enough that I'm relaxing. I'm going to go nap and let them do their thing and then, I bet, I'll be itching to get back to work.
So ywesterday when I became aware that that I was feeling that niggling little burn-tickle of a budding UTI, it didn't really alarm me. I just thought how grateful I was that I noticed it early and headed off to the store for a few gallons of cranberry juice. Feeling sort of virtuous in that "taking care of yourself" catagory.
This morning I woke up in agony. Searing pain, involuntary tears, inability to walk easily or to even think about sitting still. How the heck did that spring up so fast?
Umm... see first paragraph. It didn't.
Test results were kinda dire, in terms of UTIs. Intraveneous drugs were discussed but it was borderline enough that I was allowed to go home with pills instead. Lots of pills, actually. Blessed, blessed pain-relieving pills. And the doctor, who was female, diabetic, and also past menopause (so we're in the same boat, sort of) just smiled kindly and told me that I'd probably been ill for a bit longer than I thought "given what you have to live with everyday, and judging by your temperature along with the test results." She nodded her head in sympathy and reassured me that there really wasn't a thing that I'd done wrong - it was just circumstances. I told her I'd be off of the cancer therapy in two years and that brought a bigger smile. "It'll be like being released from jail, I'd imagine - you're going to just burst out and have so much energy then! Just keep taking care of yourself now, while you're going through this."
I didn't really need to report all of this on a blog. I mostly wanted to write it someplace where I can go back and read it when things look rough. Oddly, they don't 'look rough' right now, because the pain is easing enough that I'm relaxing. I'm going to go nap and let them do their thing and then, I bet, I'll be itching to get back to work.
