A Hodgepodge of Life Lately

Last Thursday I went to my follow up appointment with my Nephrologist. I was excited and scared at the same time. I was hoping that my labs were still looking good and that I could continue to wean off of Prednisone (I’m down to 10 mg/ day now) and hopefully stop taking some of the other medication. Half of my co-workers in my department are sick and I’m worried about catching what they have and possibly going through another round of hospital visits.

He handed me my most recent labs and as I looked at it in disappointment (my kidney function was a little bit worse and the protein in my urine was a little higher) he told me that everything looked good and was “stable.” I tried to reassure myself that my labs would get better again and that maybe the change wasn’t as significant as I thought it was. He also said I could stop taking Sodium Chloride unless my Sodium level went down again. This, he said would help reduce my edema and I could add salt to my diet instead. I liked that idea much better than taking pills. At the end of the appointment he told me that he would see me again in three months. “So I still have to take CellCept?” I asked. He explained the process and that I would probably be on it for another two years. He then said that if I wanted to, I could reduce it a little. Instead of 3000 mg/ day, I could take 2000 mg/ day. I happily accepted this especially since it’s an Immunosuppressant drug and I work in a clinic surrounded by sick people.

In the past 2 1/2 weeks I have been picking up a co-worker to bring her to work because her car is in the shop again. It’s difficult for me to wake up earlier to pick her up on the work days that I usually sleep in a little longer. The days that I start earlier than her, she will have her husband or someone else drop her off at work and then she’ll ask me to wait for her to get off (which is usually another 45 minutes). She’ll usually wait until the end of my work day to tell me, after I’m already tired and looking forward to going home. Hardly anyone knows about this but the few that do are getting upset at me because it’s been so long that I’ve been giving her a ride and they’re upset that I cannot tell her that I’m not going to do it anymore or ask her for gas money. I let her borrow my car while I was on my Leave of Absence from work for a little over a week, maybe two weeks and she didn’t fill up my car with gas, not even fill up what she used. I’ve had to fill up my gas tank twice already.

I am exhausted yet happy that I didn’t sleep my weekend away like I usually do. After another hectic work week, I was able to attend my nephew’s football game and ran some errands with my mom, and then today I was able to go to the movies. We went to see “Maleficent” in 3D and enjoyed it along with my favorite “movie popcorn.” After the movies, my mom said she needed to go to help her Aunty pack for a vacation so I sat outside on a bench, trying to stretch out my back that has been killing me. It feels like I need someone to crack it for me but no one will do it except for one person at work. But I don’t want to bother her about it every day. Today I didn’t feel well because of at least three different things and told my mom that I was tired. She said, “Well maybe you shouldn’t have started to take less CellCept then.” I got really irritated because what did that have to do with anything? I asked her, “Do you even know what CellCept does?” She asked, “What?” I didn’t even want to answer that question, especially since she already “knew” or else she wouldn’t have made such a statement, right?  She then said, “It’s a Cancer medication?” I said, “No. I think you’re thinking about Cytoxan, which is a Chemotherapy drug.” I was over with the conversation as soon as it started. My own mother still didn’t understand anything about Lupus or my medication after all these years. She’s always jumping on my back about every single thing that I do or don’t do yet she doesn’t even know what I should or shouldn’t do. I will forever be “tired” or “exhausted” so why even mention it? Especially when this is the type of responses I get, including, “You’re always tired.” If anything, CellCept has caused people to experience more fatigue.

I’m excited about this coming work week. We have Wednesday off (King Kamehameha Day) and Friday is payday along with the upcoming weekend.  🙂

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I just got off the phone with a good friend who I could tell had been drinking. In general, I despise speaking to drunk people. My father was an alcoholic and a “drunk caller.” It was really difficult to deal with him throughout the years with all of his bitterness, anger (mostly at my mom for divorcing him because of his drinking), and him repeating himself over and over again. When I was still in high school, there came a time where his anger turned towards me and I couldn’t handle it anymore. I finally had enough and hung up on him. It was something that I had wanted to do on many occasions but just couldn’t for some reason. After this episode, I wrote a short story called “The Man We Loved.” But I did still love him, I just couldn’t deal with it anymore. I gave him another chance which he again ended up ruining and I didn’t talk to him for about ten years. I had never seen an alcoholic as bad as he was until I met S. Again, I love S but at times I cannot talk to her. I finally told her a month ago that I can only talk to her when she’s sober.

She just called me and I silently listened to her tell me the same story over and over again. I tried not to get angry or to be abrupt about it. I wondered if she would give me a chance to talk as most of the time she doesn’t when she has been drinking and everything that comes out of her mouth is so angry. It sucks the life right out of me. After 30 minutes or so, she asked me how my doctor appointment went. “Well,” I said, “He took me off of the Sodium pills and told me to add salt to my food instead…” That’s when she interrupted me. Telling me that I cannot have French fries (who was talking about French fries?), I should be eating stuff like Kale, am I f—k’n kidding her that my doctor told me to eat salt, that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about… She started to talk about a diet that she wants to impose on her mom, that I should grow my own food and have a garden, etc. I tried to stay silent again, listening to her tell me what I should and shouldn’t be eating as I started to get more and more upset. She said that my doctor is an idiot. She asked me what have my doctors told me to do about my diet. I was silent for a while because sometimes when she asks questions, she will jump in as soon as I begin to talk and then it’s her turn for about 20 minutes again saying the same things over and over again. She asked me again so I told her in an upset tone that they have told me to limit my liquids to 64 oz. a day and that I can add salt to my diet unless I’m feeling “low-sodium” again. She asked if I was upset at her, and not to be upset with her. I told her I would stop if she would stop telling me what I should be doing. She agreed and then started going off about my doctor and the salt again! I told her I had to take a shower and we both said bye. Maybe I should really go and take a shower. Sorry for venting. I’m over talking to family and friends about anything that has to do with my Lupus or doctors appointments. It’s not worth it.

I want one of these!

I want one of these!

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