Remember my previous post when I said I was doing well through my second cycle of BEP? Well, this weekend was a turning point. Saturday I went into Boston for my Nulasta shot and within a few hours of being home, I was feeling pains across my ribs, sternum, back of the neck, left leg....very strange but expected. By the time Sunday came around I had a hardened lump of discomfort in my belly and I had lost much sleep due to twisting, walking around, and frequent pee breaks.
Sunday night I was churning like a furnace....sweating, groaning and tossing around in random bone pains and aches. I took Tylenol and Zofran, but nothing seemed to help me feel right again.
Monday night was another trip altogether. I had been feeling better throughout the day after being home. But I also had no more Zofran, so I didn't think of taking anything for nausea. Around 9PM, I started drifiting off on the couch and got hit with a gas-like pain in the stomach. This quickly clenched into a tight and urgent feeling that I knew was well-beyond the point of no return. The short story is that I was cleaned out for about 20 minutes...nothing left. I was buckled on the floor, window open and cold air hitting my face...it was the sickest I have ever felt.
God, this is serious stuff, I thought. I had my wife bring me a Compazine and an Ativan and after 30 minutes or so I was able to get up and try and put myself to sleep. I guess this is my initiation!
-Sfumato
Sunday night I was churning like a furnace....sweating, groaning and tossing around in random bone pains and aches. I took Tylenol and Zofran, but nothing seemed to help me feel right again.
Monday night was another trip altogether. I had been feeling better throughout the day after being home. But I also had no more Zofran, so I didn't think of taking anything for nausea. Around 9PM, I started drifiting off on the couch and got hit with a gas-like pain in the stomach. This quickly clenched into a tight and urgent feeling that I knew was well-beyond the point of no return. The short story is that I was cleaned out for about 20 minutes...nothing left. I was buckled on the floor, window open and cold air hitting my face...it was the sickest I have ever felt.
God, this is serious stuff, I thought. I had my wife bring me a Compazine and an Ativan and after 30 minutes or so I was able to get up and try and put myself to sleep. I guess this is my initiation!
-Sfumato
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