No Pee For You!

I made the cut.

Dr. Pain trusts me.

I don't have to take drug tests when I go to get my meth anymore.

That would have been good information to have BEFORE I drank eleventy bottles of water in 6 minutes so I'd have enough pee.

But I won't complain.

We are working very well TOGETHER, Dr. Pain and I.

I talked to her about the breakthrough pain, and she increased the amount of methadone pills in my prescription, and told me just to add a dose here and there if and when I need it (again, don't worry, I am on a 2.5 mg dose - VERY SMALL), and if that didn't work, she would consider adding an additional nerve pill that alleviates my duodenal stomach pain next time.

All in all, easy peasey visit, didn't have to pee, nice to have a doc who doesn't think I'm a crackhead, and I'm all methed up and ready to go for another month.

Meth Lover

Okay, that's probably a bit extreme.

But after following Dr. Pain's explicit instructions to take the methadone every eight hours, whether I have pain or not, guess what?

No pain!

Or at the very minimum, very manageable and tolerable pain.

Never in a million years would I have guessed I would become a 'legalized' meth user, but I'll be damned, it's working.

I've had a couple of days of really bad duodenal pain that was not controlled by the meth, but I meet with Dr. Pain tomorrow, and will ask her what my options are for breakthrough pain.

Oh, and as an aside, I wore my brand new nineteen dollar low cut Old Navy Diva jeans to church today in my new 139 lb. size 10 smoking hot bod.

Just thought I'd throw that out there, cuz it's my blog, and well, I can!

Onward we trudge!

Watermelon Head

I'm alive today, thought you might want to know.

So today I am working on the computer, getting sleepy, will probably nap and read some.

I always keep my day after Remicade 'empty', so that I don't have to worry about anything.

Billy took care of the kids this morning, he's got the boat guy coming this morning to see what's wrong with it, and then he will take Jake to wress-a-ling practice tonight, so Reilly and I can just lay in my bed and watch tv together.

My voice is shot - side effects of all the benadryl and solumedrol (steroids), I am red and hot to the touch, but I do not have a fever.

Yesterday, Sue, my nurse, told me to take two benadryl before I went to bed last night, which I did, and to continue taking it today, round the clock until the reaction subsides.

I have started that already.

The reactions are most definitely better than they have been, and we've been tweaking it every time.

This time, I was in the bathroom across the hall, trying to pee, when the reaction started, and they didn't have a call button, so I stopped peeing, didn't even wash my hands, looked in the mirror and looked like I had a watermelon sized face the color of a tomato, and ran back to the lab while attached to my IV pole.

She was ready, stopped the Remicade, and administered all the meds, and waited about 45 minutes before starting again.

Is it weird that it feels better when she holds my hand throughout this whole process of hell?

Throughout the rest of the day, I would get fidgety or itchy, and she would add smaller doses of meds as she felt accordingly.

We'll get there.

No Poop For YOU!

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Say it just like the Soup Nazi from Seinfeld:

No POOP for YOU!

I haven't pooped in eight days.

Yes, you are reading the right blog.

Little Miss Diarrhea has not pooped in eight days.

I am loving this!

No, I am not going to call my doctor.

No, I am not in any pain.

No, I do not have a fever.

No, I do not think there is anything 'wrong'.

My bowels used to be like this 'before' I had Crohn's.

So this is an awesome sign.

Our current protocol continues to work.

I am loving 'NOT' pooping.

No Poop for ME!

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