Made it to Museum but Not Feeling Great

Today is the first day I really haven't felt well for most of the day.  I did make it to the museum and lunch (yay!) but napped for 3 hours when I got home and have been low-key nauseous ever since.  Part of me wants to dive back into bed and the other part knows I should eat something and maybe take anti-nausea meds.

My internal struggle is this - I hate taking medicine.  My natural reaction is if I can avoid taking more meds, don't take them.  I would rather 'see where the fever goes' than take Tylenol.  When I had Covid for the first time this summer, I waited to see 'how it went' rather than take the meds that make it go more quickly.  

The fact that every week I am getting a massive cocktail of meds via IV completely freaks me out.  If I think I can sleep, avoid the Ativan.  If I can power through this nausea, do.  I'm kind of grateful that the pre-infusion cocktail of drugs makes me sleep; I think my anxiety would be through the roof otherwise, watching bags of meds drip into my body.

My oncologist is in my head though - and she's saying to stay ahead of the symptoms.  The last thing anyone wants for me is to be admitted to a hospital.  That was made very clear.  I'm not at all concerned about that tonight, but she was very adamant that I stay on top of things.

So on this gorgeous Saturday night, I sit wondering - Do I eat? Do I not?  Which of the 3 anti-nausea meds in my traveling pharmacy should I take if this gets worse?  All of this is zero fun and I'm definitely not in a great head space.  Time to put on my big girl pants and see what's in the refrigerator. xo J

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