DATE: 8.17.12 DAY: 3
MOOD: No one talk to me.
MENTAL STATE: I'm struggling to not have a pity party today.
PHYSICAL STATE: Nauseated!! When will it end? Mouth sores and stomach aches.
Thankfully no headache during the night but I did dry-heave several times. Since I had no food in my stomach, I was puking up white foam and bile. Dry-heaving really took it out of me and left me sore and shaky. The nurses were quick to pump me full of every nausea medication they could get their hands and I was also given a motion sickness patch to place behind my ear.
During the night, I learned sleeping completely horizontal did not help the condition of my stomach so I slept with my head slightly elevated and managed to have a more deeper sleep than usual. That morning I managed to sit in a chair a little but was really afraid to move too much for fear my stomach would act up.
In their early morning visit, the doctors expressed their concern that my cyclosporine levels were not as high as they should be to be effective. They warned me that my dose would be increased and I dreaded the headaches a higher would inevitably bring.
Early in the afternoon, I had my mother write my blog as I spoke it to her - light from the laptop was too much and seemed to increase the nausea. The nurses advised me to completely stop eating and drinking anything except water to take medication. With my stomach so volatile, I paced back and forth in my room for a good ten minutes or so before I ventured out to walk a measly five laps. I truly felt awful and did a lot of staying curled up in bed.
At six I was given the second dose of methotrexate. My mouth was in a very sad state; swollen and puffy but thankfully no open sores. I think not being able to eat helped keep my mouth in a better state than it would have been. At 10:00p I was started on a yellow bag of TPN - intravenous food. Besides the normal night awakenings for vitals and meds, I slept pretty decent in spite of my stomach.
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