Went this morning for my velcade shot. I had the same nurse I had last time. The room was quiet; Mondays are always slow. I like it quiet though. Today the TV was off which was nice.
I sat down and waited for my turn. An older lady started up a conversation with me. I just assumed everyone was there for chemotherapy, but she was there for iron only. She has a very low iron count.
The nurse brought me two little white pills. Zofran. I never took it before and I didn't really want it now, but I took it. I put it under my tongue til it dissolved. At first it wasn't too bad, kinda fruity tasting...but then yucky! I had to wash the taste down with water.
Ok, my turn Into the " torture chamber" we went. ha ha, it's just the supply room so I can have privacy. He has to inject me in the lower stomach. My fat stomach is not something I want the whole room to see.
That was at 10:30, by 6:00 that evening, I was sick, sick , sick. I had chills, and couldn't get warm, I had a fever of 102.4 and felt miserable. I would cry at the drop of a hat. My nurse daughter said anxiety was a side effect of the zofran and was probably why I was crying like that.
By the time 9:00 rolled around my husband was very concerned that I might have an infection. He had me call the oncologist's office and talk to the on call doctor. I did and he called in a RX for antibiotic, cipro. He ran up to Walgreens and got the cipro then had to shower and get ready for work.
I took a phenergan only because I knew it would put me to sleep and get me out of my misery. Mean while, as if that wasn't enough, the diarrhea started full blast. Explosive,totally liquid yellow stuff. I hadn't eaten since 6 that evening.
I don't know why I can't change the above blue type to red. Sorry.
I took my meds and went up stairs to bed.
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