So sick of defending myself to people I shouldn’t have to. Like the medical receptionist employed by my doctor. I’m telling you I cannot take the prescribed meds, the doc gave me the option to switch, and I’m taking it. I don’t appreciate being raked over the coals about the details, and being told HOW to take said meds by someone who has probably never had to take them. So drop the attitude and pass on the message, which is what you are there to do.
I’d say about 99% of the time, I am completely compliant with any kind of treatment a doctor suggests. In fact, the only time I consistently refused “treatment” was when my daughter was a newborn, and they wanted to do vaccines on THEIR time-line, which was something I was not comfortable with. Oh, she got all her vaccines, because I believe in their importance to good health and disease prevention, but I spread them out over more visits. But that’s another blog entry.
This blog entry is about my latest go around with meds. Doc J has me restarted the nasal meds, and I am ready to toss $100 worth of meds right out the window. When I took them for the first month, I was nearing the end of my first semester of nursing school, and I convinced myself that I’d be able stick it out for 30 days, no matter what the side effects. My grades were already solid, and even if I bombed my final, I’d still move on to the second semester.
This time, we are restarting at the beginning of a new semester. A new semester that includes an extra pre-req that the nursing department insists students need to graduate. It’s a sociology class. And although I took a soc class as a pre-req to my undergrad degree, it wasn’t specific enough for the nursing program. It’s not going to be a super hard class, but it does come with necessary reading, studying, and paper writing that most classes involves, so my already limited time needs to be spread thinner still.
This means I can, under no circumstances, afford to put up with side effects of meds that make me dizzy, or foggy-headed, or tired or anything else. I’m convinced the nasal meds are part of the problem. I’ve tried switching up the time I take them, and I’ve tried warming the cold fluid in my hand so it doesn’t burn so much going in. It’s pointless. It only serves to make me cranky, and I’m tired of the sneezing fits that usually follow and are so hard that it’s made it necessary to wear a panty liner.
What? TMI? Sorry….
So, what to do? I placed a call to her office, and I’m waiting to hear back. We’ll see what the good doc suggests. Until then…. Non-compliance…
Nursing school is not what I expected. On several different levels. Academically, it’s quite challenging. Study habits from my undergrad days had to change. I need more time and effort to make sure I am absorbing everything I need in order to pass exams. Gone are the days when merely attending class was enough to earn an “A.” Now there are countless hours being poured over my books, reference guides I’ve purchased that were not required, and even time on the internet watching instructional videos for clarification.
And the occasional nursing humor meme.
It’s also drastically different for me socially. I didn’t expect to connect with so many of my classmates. I made a few friends in my undergrad years, but no one from my major, and only a handful that have stood the test of time. I typically kept my head down, and kept to myself, and didn’t stand out to most of my classmates. This go around, I actually have a nice little circle of friends. Friends whom I really feel will continue be a part of my life. These are the women I will be sharing war stories with, because they will be the ones who ultimately “get it.”
And my learning has gone beyond my books and lab classes and clinical hours. My classmates each have such unique personalities and traits that I want to emulate. One is incredibly compassionate and nurturing. I know she is destined for some sort of pediatric specialty. Another has such a great sense of humor and positive outlook that she miraculously finds the silver lining in EVERYTHING. Even better, it’s contagious. Still another has such a quiet calm about her, you’d never know she was ever panicked about anything until AFTER the fact, and that’s only if she confesses. And yet another just jumps head first when she’s with a patient. No hesitation, she sees what they need and if it’s within her power, she does it with love.
These are just a small number of those who have already touched my life.
So I just wanted to take a moment and reflect on the positive influences I have going in my life right now, and be thankful. This is me, sending good vibes into the universe.
It’s amazing how many pills I swallow any given day. Vitamins, supplements, and antibiotics, all in different shapes and colors. And as of today, we’ll be adding more to the mix.
My blood work came back. The good news is that I don’t have a meat allergy. (Yay! Burgers! – pasture raised of course) The bad news is that almost everything else she tested is completely off kilter. For starters, my iodine is low, which means we’ll be adding a supplement to fix that. My progesterone is also way off, which is quite possible one of the reasons why I can’t lose weight. Add to that a low T3, and it’s pretty clear why I’ve gotten so “fluffy” in recent years.
Of course, that means two more meds to fix both of those conditions.
Oh… and those awful nasal meds? Yeah, I need another 2 months of that as well.
Still, none of it explains why I’m suddenly having GI issues I thought we had fixed with proper diet.
“How’s your cognitive abilities lately?” she asks.
“I finished up my semester with a 4.0, so I’d say it’s pretty good aside from the occasional hiccup.”
She was quite pleased.
Still, my new semester starts in less than a week, and I have to review a few things and get a head start on other things if this semester is going to be a success. I hope that the new meds don’t throw me off into a brain fog in the beginning of the semester, because the material isn’t getting any easier. The plus side to this semester is that clinicals are at the local hospital from 1 to 10pm instead of 6:30am – 4:30pm. This time frame will make it easier to take my meds when I need to. It will also help me avoid that early morning nausea from not getting enough sleep.
All in all, I’m excited… mostly about finally getting this weight off and being able to get active again. Or even just begin able to pull a patient’s curtain around my back and not have my ass invade their roommate’s space.
I can’t wait to get on the treadmill again. I can’t wait to be able to run again. I can’t wait to DANCE again. All of which have been hindered by the pain of my disease and by the weight that accompanied the disease. I’ll probably never hike again, though. Once you get Lyme disease, the outdoors look different to you. Still, there are plenty of indoor activities I can begin to explore… maybe I’ll take up rock (wall) climbing….