My pity party.
This last week has not been a whole lot of fun. First acid reflux was giving me a pretty hard time. I did finally figure out that I shouldn’t be drinking water during the night while lying down and whenever I eat I need to stay sitting or at least lying down with my head and shoulders propped up for two hours. Nexium is doing a lot to help as well. Once that was taken care of my mouth decided to rebel against me. Pretty much the entire lining of my mouth and throat just up and disappeared. My poor tongue was sticking to the roof of my mouth and getting cut on my teeth when I tried to talk. I tried to eat, but soup, grits and mac and cheese seemed to be the only thing that my mouth could take. Now after a day or so of swishing with baking soda, salt and water that also seemed to resolve itself. Sunday it occurred to me that I hadn’t had a bowel movement that day or the day before. I started eating yogurt and drinking lot’s of water but it didn’t help.
Monday morning we headed out of the apartment to go to work. We got to the car and I realized that I had left my keys in our apartment. My son lives in the same building but tends to be a heavy sleeper in the mornings and didn’t answer his phone any of the dozen or so times I called him. So I’m standing there in front of our car, locked out of our apartment, my mouth is still sore, my tongue has little cuts all over it, my stomach is becoming uncomfortably bloated and then the sky decided to open up and rain on me. I’m normally pretty good at handling things like this, but not this time. I stood there, my bottom lip poking out and cried, sobbed, whined, pouted, and pretty much threw myself a Big Ole Pity Party. I would have invited you guys, but it was a surprise party.
Telle got us in the apartment and I sat my butt right down on the floor of my bedroom and cried my silly eyes out. Telle didn’t want to leave me alone so we both ended up staying home and she took care of me. After a bit I climbed into bed and slept away most of the day. My nurse happened to call to let me know they were calling in another medication for me to help with the hot flashes that were still keeping me from sleeping for more than two hours at a time and I told her about my symptoms. She gave me some suggestions and let me know to pick up the new medication at my pharmacy. I ended up following her instructions and everything is now mostly back to normal (well my new “normal”). I feel much better after having my Pity Party Day so I guess I needed it. Now back to work, Chemo number three tomorrow, then only five more left…yay.