Lindemans Kriek Lambic beer. It's bloody delicious. And I am drinking one right now. It's my treat. I worked emotionally hard today and deserve it. I've also got the smell of a flavoursome prawn curry being cooked by the husband making my nose dance and jiggle.
Today was my SECOND Tysabri infusion.
Where was my post after the first? Well, to be honest it wasn't the greatest experience. I was so anxious and the 2mg valium I took beforehand didn't even touch the sides. M was there by my side and his hand got a little squished as the cannula was inserted. It hurt. It stung. It was uncomfortable the entire time. Then I was on constant edge throughout the whole infusion...all 2 hours of it, plus the extra observation times either side. Lots of freaking out was happening in my head.
I have the second infusion today which went a lot smoother than the first time. I knew to give myself time to get my prescription, though it took me no time this time, but lots of time last time. I took a 5mg valium half an hour before my appointment (last time I took it too late - not that it did anything!). And I asked for a heat pack as soon as I got there.
The cannula insertion was a lot less horrid. M and I chatted away and I only noticed the start of the infusion itself after the fact. A lot less drama.
The PML thoughts were short lived this time. The valium sure did help.
I tell you what...nurses are fucking legends. Love them.
All in all, I am glad it's over for another month.
Excuse me, dinner's ready.
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