I've got to tell you about the fun day my family had yesterday. From the moment I woke up I knew that something was off. I think if I had been any other person I wouldn't have thought twice about how I was feeling, but because of what I've been through I knew that it was not to be a good day. Well, I was right about it being a bad day since I broke my old post-hospital puking record of five vomiting sessions in 12 hours. I threw up six times in 12 hours yesterday. Fun huh? Caity had a problem with the other end of the plumbing and between the two of us, we were running to the bathroom every half hour. I actually had to specify which toilets in the house were to be used for vomiting, and which toilets were to be used for diarrhea. The simple reasoning behind that was so that I didn't have to spend large amounts of time with my head in a smelly toilet bowl. When you feel as nauseous as I felt yesterday, you don't need any more help getting things out of your system and sticking your head in a smelly toilet is not something you need when you're puking your guts out. The upstairs guest bathroom is officially the puking bathroom if anyone is coming to visit in the next little while. That means no number 2's are allowed in there until I feel better.
That being said, I have other news for my fellow Graft vs Host sufferers. I think I've solved the problem of itchy hands. For those of you who don't know, I've been dealing with a rash on my hands for about a month now. It was really itchy at first, and then the lines on my hands and the joints of my fingers dried up and cracked open. I've literally been drenching my hands in Gold Bond Medicated Skin Lotion (in a green bottle) and it seems to be helping. That stuff smells quite a bit so I've been using Caity's Oil of Olay face cream to keep the skin on my face from doing the same as the hands.
So I've been dealing with cracked, bleeding hands for about a week, and now I've got to deal with weak fingernails. During the month of November, my fingernails growth was disrupted by the chemo. As of last week, the weakened nail sections have grown out to the point that the weakest part of my nail is at the tips of my fingers. They catch on everything and just basically hurt all the time. All I can do is wait for my fingernails to grow out, so that I can chew off the weak thin parts.
Yes, I'm a nail-biter. I have been for as long as I can remember. I've tried everything under the sun to stop, but in the end I've just decided to wash my hands before I chew. My doctor at the Tom Baker is a nail-biter as well, so she didn't seem to give me too much flak about it being un-hygienic. I thought about using that clear nail polish that tastes horrible, but given the fact that I can lose my lunch at any given moment, adding another foul tasting substance doesn't sound too appealing.
So that's about it for today. We're staying in tonight to recuperate so it's a full night of TV watching and snacking. That's ok by me since it's almost time for Battlestar Gallactica. So we've got chocolate Snackin Cake, pink lemonade, and lots of leftovers. Let's just hope that I'm hungry.
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