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Saturday, August 25, 2012
My Bone Marrow Transplant: Day 11
LOCATION: Vanderbilt University Hospital - Stem Cell Unit
DATE: 8.25.12 DAY: 11
MOOD: Despondent.
MENTAL STATE: Looking for the light at the end of the tunnel.
PHYSICAL STATE: Weak and nauseated.
Day 11 brought with it the usual crummy feeling that I had been experiencing in the previous days. I was told I would receive platelets around 10:00a and be pre-medicated around 9:30a. So, I decided to brush my teeth and wash my face before that got started. As I finished brushing my teeth I began to puke up green bile. A lot of green bile. Apparently my stomach had been holding onto it's contents for awhile because I had not been eating or drinking anything due to the mucositis. Once back in bed I slept til 11:00a at which time they gave me a steroid premed which seemed to cause my entire jaw to swell and ache. I also developed a very bad headache. The nurse gave me 1mg of morphine and when that didn't help she gave me two more, being careful to administer slowly as morphine can cause nausea.
I ended up staying in bed until about 3:00p and was just feeling better when my husband surprised me with his visit. He was not scheduled to come in until Sunday, but I was glad he showed up early. Feeling so much better he walked laps with me in the hall and surprisingly I was able to walk almost 30 minutes!
At 6:00p I was given my last dose of chemotherapy, methotrexate. Thankfully it's side effects wouldn't be felt until later in the evening when I noticed my gums had swollen again and I had thick mucus. At shift change, around 7:30p, my head started to hurt and I asked for 2 oxycodone to be given with the start of my cyclosporine. An hour and a half later my headache had increased and they tried a mixture of Benadryl and and another drug to ease my headache. But it did not work. Chills had started up again and I would shake violently anytime I got out of bed to use the restroom. The chills did not help my headache, but rather made it worse. I was given 2mg of morphine and around 11:00p that night I noticed I felt very hot even though I was still having chills The nurse took my temperature and I had a 100.6 fever which meant I had to undergo a protocol for patients that develop a fever. Blood cultures were taken, I was started on antibiotics, gave a urine sample, and at about 1:30a the next morning an x-ray technician came and did a chest x-ray. About that time my headache was still present so I was given another 2mg of morphine. It was a very long and painful evening.
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Praying for you my dear...love & hugs!!!
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