I spend way too much time at Barnes West Co Hospital.
My knees are all swollen, but we can’t switch up the meds, so I got cortisone shots in both knees. Damn those are a bitch, but they have worked well in the past, so it’s worth the pain.
I’ve been told I can’t run again until Saturday, which sucks because I’m past my NOPE weight according to the doctor’s scale. Ugh. So I guess I’ll just work what I can control: portion sizes, what I eat and drink, water intake, and tracking. That’s all more effective anyway.
My joints, particularly my knees, really hurt today, and I’m overall kind of bummed about a variety of shitty cancer treatment related side effects. I’m hoping that hanging with C&J tonight will distract me enough that I’ll forget about it for a while.
My new meds will be delivered on Tuesday! Woot!! Finally.
I had to have a chat with the specialty pharmacist and it was sort of odd. My takeaway is that I should try to not get sick (lol ok duh), and also avoid grapefruit juice. Apparently, he’s going to call me once a month. Sigh. These fucking biologicals are no joke.
He was like: on a scale from 0 to 10, 0 being not at all and 10 being perfect, how well do you feel your condition is being managed?
Him: So you’re saying there’s room for improvement? Haha.