At some point over this past weekend, I started to get anxious about the week ahead. As happy as I was that the week was finally here and that I would get to actually have the treatment over with, there was also a feeling that it was finally here. How painful would it be? How exhausting? How nauseating? Of course, my large dose isn't until Wednesday. But I was still worried about the beginning of the week. Shots! Hospitals! gah.
So, for all my weekend build up, today was fairly anti-climactic.
My mother arrived last night. Part of the reason that she's here is to hang out with the kids while I go to my appointments. So, I took off for the hospital by myself this morning, and on the way indulged in a little Hello Nasty at top volume. Nothing like some Beastie Boys at 8:30AM to calm my nerves and kick off a week of medical appointments. I got to the hospital just in time. It started off with a blood draw. They were testing several different things, but the most important seemed to be the pregnancy test.
I learned something from the phlebotomist today. If you need to have your blood drawn, be sure to drink some water before you go. Even a little bit of dehydration- like I had today from only drinking black coffee before the appointment- can make it difficult to find good veins for the draw. It had me worried, but it wasn't nearly as terrible as the phlebotomist led me to believe. I prepared myself for her stabbing me over and over because she couldn't find a vein. Then it ended up no worse than any other blood draw that I've ever had.
I had to stick around for an hour just for the pregnancy test results. I understand why they can't just take your word for it, but seriously. Not at all pregnant. sigh. I knew that I'd be there for a while today though, so I brought and started reading Cleopatra. (I'm only about twenty pages in, but so far, a good read. The author is certainly sympathetic to her subject.)
Of course, the results came back negative for pregnancy. Shortly after the results were in I was called back to receive my first Thyrogen injection. For no good reason, I went back with the mindset that this was going to be awful! And painful! I was getting the shot in my ass, further convincing me that this was going to suck...
And then it was over. Honestly, barely felt it. I mentally rolled my eyes at myself. All that worry? Seriously? I think I'm just on edge about the week ahead. All the doctor's appointments, the large RAI dose on Wednesday, my family leaving me for a week. It will all be fine, and I know this, but that doesn't mean that it's not stressing me out .