Blog name domain thing expired again. Sick to death of trying to renew so www.garyvsjdm.blogspot.com it is. It is not redirecting either so I will so find out who really cares to read anything. No worries, its mainly for me to keep track of treatments, the when and where's of everything. I informed the one person I needed to so all is fine. DUMB! I mean I tend to think I can find my way around a computer and the internet pretty sufficiently, but this one has me stumped. Again. So forget it. I don't have time.
Big boy had his infusion. It went smooth. Awesome nurse. On top of it. Tears with IV start but got it in one poke. Raging, ticked off, little boy afterwards. We started our first enbrel shot in the infusion center. It defeated the purpose of teaching me because the pharmacy already mixed it for me. I know how to do the injection. Oh well. It was good to have a nurse watch me do it as a review. She commented when we were through, "your pretty much a pro". Yes, yes I am. *Giggles*
I ran into one of the doctors from rheumatology. She said "hey! how are you? how is he?". I did not bring up the May med increase and the fact I got busted for it. I am done and over it now. Tired of talking about. Although the last time something like that happened, someone said something I didn't like, it took me a months and months to get over, LOL. And look, here I am bringing it up. Only for the sake of an example though. That is completely possible to not drudge up the past for sake of explaining it. Anyway, for the first time in 2 years, I forgot to ask for a copy of his labs. : 0 Serioulsy. I am shocked with myself. An example of how my busy life is starting to effect my mind. I need to be careful with that. Gary and his treatment are pretty high up on the list. Not that it is a big deal but I just really couldn't believe it. I was to busy watching tv while he slept. LOL Bad mom.
Gary has been having a little trouble sleeping. Like the other night when he stood at my bedside screaming for what seemed like hours he hated me. "I hate you I hate you I hate you. I am sooooo mad at you right now". Over and over again. I ask all the tender questions, "why honey?" as sweetly as I can but he doesn't even hear me. So I stop. He suddenly will snap and say instantaneously, "I sorry Mom." And that it that. He hugs and kisses me and snuggles in bed with me. Swollen swollen face, all itchy, going crazy. I know he doesn't hate me, he hates it. He hates JDM. He hates the medicines. Nothing personal.
Infusion Center Bites Sometimes
I usually don't let it in, but on a subconscious level, it gets in. One curtain over, a nurse was helping a Dad with some procedure on his baby. I hated it. The baby cried and cried. High pitch, low pitch. No matter, you hear it a lot in there. But it went on and on. Well, what seemed like that. Suddenly, I was so stressed out. My insides knotted. I felt hot. I felt dizzy. The room was whirling. I just wanted to scream, "STOP!!". I wanted them to pick him up, give him a break! I think they were flushing a port and placing an ng tube or something. I hated it. I even cried a little. The nurse came in to do bp check and asked if I was ok. I desperately wanted to say no but I knew. I knew that Gary had been through similar procedures. I knew that it is sometimes necessary. Starting and stopping again wouldn't help either. Just getting it done, then its over with. But maternally it wreaks havoc on my emotions when it is not even my child. It's a matter of humanity and wanting to scream STOP just STOP doing that so that little baby will stop crying. Pick him up, love him. All to which I am sure the parents do and did. It is probably way more difficult for them but they are also really into what was being learned. He would need to go home and do that by themselves. So crying or not, it had to be done. Sucks.
I hope Enbrel works and works well. It's just getting worse. So many of them. All over his chest, all in his tummy, around his elbows, in his legs. Tops of knees a few have come, even another on the top of his shoulder. Some seem smaller, others big. Above his hips, but not around his lips. OK this is turning into some kind of sick, twisted, rhyming children's story book. I am gonna stop. But you get the picture. No open wounds though from it, as of yet. Threats of it but they also seem to simmer down when they get to that point.