After the MRI, we were off on a shuttle ride to the main hospital. You know you are at a big hospital when you have to ride a bus from one section to another. It can't be just any bus. There are colors that coordinate routes to different buildings at the hospital. If bigger is better, this one should rank right up at the top. (By the way, it is ranked among the top 3 hospitals in the United States, which says to me that it is ranked third, because if it were ranked first or second, wouldn't it be in its best interest to advertise itself as being the top ranked hospital in the US or in the top two ranked hospitals in the US.)
The dancing-neuro had given me my walking papers while I was at the hospital, so after dropping my bag of groceries and reading material on the hospital bed, (which by the way was another one of those bad bad inflatable beds that try to rearrange you all night long because it has a notion that you are uncomfortable) hubby and I went to the International something or another place at the hospital where they have all the food. You're still thinking about my bag of groceries aren't you? In the paperwork for the research study it indicated that they would be serving dinner to me from their "pantry". That could translate to many different things, but all I could think of was that they were going to bring me a lunch meat sandwich with mayo on it which I would never ever eat. I packed a few snacks, just in case. I also figured I wouldn't likely sleep much, so I brought reading material.
After dining at the International something or another (maybe Food Court?) we went back to my room, which by the way was the cleanest hospital room I have ever been in. It was almost time for my first shot of the MS medication, Avonex. My nurse/instructor bordered on being a stand up comedian which truly worked out well for me. She basically said, if I didn't get the shot in my leg, she would jab it in for me. LOL I had it in my hand all ready to go and just needed to take a deep breath before inserting it. I told her to give me a minute to get relaxed. It isn't everyday you stab yourself in the leg with a super-sized needle. She stepped back and started talking to my hubby and by the time she looked up again, I was pretty much done. Although the needle looks huge, it wasn't really so bad. Once you puncture the skin, it just feels like sliding a knife in butter. That probably isn't an analogy that everyone will appreciate, but truly, once you get it through the skin it is no big deal. The only thing that bothers me is that little "crwk" sound and feel as you puncture the skin.
They had me take Extra Strength Tylenol a couple of hours before the first shot to prepare for the side effects that may or may not (translate to likely will) happen. The side effects should begin about two hours after you have your shot and may last for up to 24 hours. I took my shot at 7:30. At 9:30 I started waiting to feel something bad. At 10:30 I was still waiting. By 11:00 I was sleepy and just couldn't wait any longer. I took another dose of ES Tylenol, just in case the side effects crept up on me later, then I fell asleep. Several hours later I woke up and just lay there quietly in the dark accessing the situation. Aches? No..Fever? Don't think so...Chills? Nope...I did have a mild headache, but nothing to fuss over. I swear I woke up all night long just waiting for the ax to drop and it never did.
When morning rolled around, they came in to draw blood again and as soon as that was over I was allowed to leave. The nurse had a bit of trouble siphoning out my blood (See Memoirs of a Lab Rat) and while she was trying to coax a trickle of blood out of my arm, a doctor came in and started to speak to me. She, I think, was French. I seriously couldn't understand anything she said except for "Thank you for participating in the study" or research or whatever she called it. I at least got the thank you part. She grabbed the tubes of blood that eventually dribbled out and was off to the lab to play. (She was a very nice doctor and it isn't her fault that my ears don't hear French.)
Hubby came to retrieve me. We walked back to the hotel, had breakfast and headed home. I was a bit fatigued throughout the day and the headache remained for most of the day but that was it!
Just a little side note......
I told my hubby the night before I went to the hospital, that I had a feeling I wasn't going to get the bad side effects. He agreed. We just had a feeling and were trying hard to be optimistic. When I was being accessed by the dancing-neuro, I told her that I had made up my mind that it wasn't going to make me sick. She gave me her best serious look and let me know that yes, I was likely to get the side effects. That most everyone does.
All I can say is...Always the Rebel!
And another note...
I talked to someone at Biogen Idec today. (The drug company) She suggested I use my magical powers to cure something or solve the problem of global warming. LOL Alrighty then....
The dancing-neuro had given me my walking papers while I was at the hospital, so after dropping my bag of groceries and reading material on the hospital bed, (which by the way was another one of those bad bad inflatable beds that try to rearrange you all night long because it has a notion that you are uncomfortable) hubby and I went to the International something or another place at the hospital where they have all the food. You're still thinking about my bag of groceries aren't you? In the paperwork for the research study it indicated that they would be serving dinner to me from their "pantry". That could translate to many different things, but all I could think of was that they were going to bring me a lunch meat sandwich with mayo on it which I would never ever eat. I packed a few snacks, just in case. I also figured I wouldn't likely sleep much, so I brought reading material.
After dining at the International something or another (maybe Food Court?) we went back to my room, which by the way was the cleanest hospital room I have ever been in. It was almost time for my first shot of the MS medication, Avonex. My nurse/instructor bordered on being a stand up comedian which truly worked out well for me. She basically said, if I didn't get the shot in my leg, she would jab it in for me. LOL I had it in my hand all ready to go and just needed to take a deep breath before inserting it. I told her to give me a minute to get relaxed. It isn't everyday you stab yourself in the leg with a super-sized needle. She stepped back and started talking to my hubby and by the time she looked up again, I was pretty much done. Although the needle looks huge, it wasn't really so bad. Once you puncture the skin, it just feels like sliding a knife in butter. That probably isn't an analogy that everyone will appreciate, but truly, once you get it through the skin it is no big deal. The only thing that bothers me is that little "crwk" sound and feel as you puncture the skin.
They had me take Extra Strength Tylenol a couple of hours before the first shot to prepare for the side effects that may or may not (translate to likely will) happen. The side effects should begin about two hours after you have your shot and may last for up to 24 hours. I took my shot at 7:30. At 9:30 I started waiting to feel something bad. At 10:30 I was still waiting. By 11:00 I was sleepy and just couldn't wait any longer. I took another dose of ES Tylenol, just in case the side effects crept up on me later, then I fell asleep. Several hours later I woke up and just lay there quietly in the dark accessing the situation. Aches? No..Fever? Don't think so...Chills? Nope...I did have a mild headache, but nothing to fuss over. I swear I woke up all night long just waiting for the ax to drop and it never did.
When morning rolled around, they came in to draw blood again and as soon as that was over I was allowed to leave. The nurse had a bit of trouble siphoning out my blood (See Memoirs of a Lab Rat) and while she was trying to coax a trickle of blood out of my arm, a doctor came in and started to speak to me. She, I think, was French. I seriously couldn't understand anything she said except for "Thank you for participating in the study" or research or whatever she called it. I at least got the thank you part. She grabbed the tubes of blood that eventually dribbled out and was off to the lab to play. (She was a very nice doctor and it isn't her fault that my ears don't hear French.)
Hubby came to retrieve me. We walked back to the hotel, had breakfast and headed home. I was a bit fatigued throughout the day and the headache remained for most of the day but that was it!
Just a little side note......
I told my hubby the night before I went to the hospital, that I had a feeling I wasn't going to get the bad side effects. He agreed. We just had a feeling and were trying hard to be optimistic. When I was being accessed by the dancing-neuro, I told her that I had made up my mind that it wasn't going to make me sick. She gave me her best serious look and let me know that yes, I was likely to get the side effects. That most everyone does.
All I can say is...Always the Rebel!
And another note...
I talked to someone at Biogen Idec today. (The drug company) She suggested I use my magical powers to cure something or solve the problem of global warming. LOL Alrighty then....
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