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Friday, May 23, 2003 ( 12:42 PM ) Lostcheerio Me: So, I sent my song about Zofran to the company that makes Zofran and asked them for a bucket of free samples. And within five minutes I got an email back saying that they can't give out free samples to patients - only doctors can do that. Joshilyn: Oh, bummer. Me: But I guess that makes sense. I mean, they can't go around passing out prescription drugs to whoever presents a diverting lyric. Joshilyn: I think I need to go write a song about pharmaceutical cocaine! Oh pharmaceutical cocaine makes my day! It helps me wake up when I'm feeling gray! Me: HAHAHA. Joshilyn: Thanks! Here's your bucket of pharmaceutical cocaine samples! Be sure to cut this stuff before you sell it now! Baby laxative not included! Me: HAHAHA. Joshilyn: Then I have to write a song about baby laxatives. Oh baby laxatives are really great! They help me cut my pharmaceutical cocaine samples! Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. # ( 9:48 AM ) Lostcheerio Song of Zofran Come HyperemeSisters! Come Gravidarum girls! Zofran is your little yellow anti-vomit pearl! And if you fall in love with it, (I guarantee you will) You can have it in your cabinet For thirty bucks a pill! Thirty bucks a PILL!?!? THIRTY bucks a pill!?!? You can have it in your cabinet For thirty bucks a pill! I was puking like a fountain Couldn't keep down anything. I was hurling up a mountain And my mind was toppling. I couldn't chase my three year old I couldn't clean my house I was crying in my crackers I was worrying my spouse. Then came Zofran! Mighty mighty Zofran! My doctor said, Go right ahead! It got me up and out of bed! But what is this -- have I misread? THIRTY BUCKS A PILL!? THIRTY bucks a pill?!?!! Thirty bucks a PILL!?!? Two a day takes your pain away For thirty bucks a pill! I'm eating up my Zofran My nausea is gone! I'll shout its praises in the street With sequins and baton! It's just the most miraculous drug to ever give me thrills I'll mortgage my dishwasher For those thirty dollar pills! THIRTY bucks a pill?!?! Thirty bucks a PILL?!?!? Zofran is my hero but it's Thirty bucks a pill! # Thursday, May 22, 2003 ( 5:07 PM ) Lostcheerio As it turns out, Zofran is actually safer than Compazine in terms of tests on pregnant women - it's in category B which means it's not perfectly absolutely totally safe but it's not known to have any harmful effects -- it's not likely to harm the fetus. Honestly, if it were my first baby, I wouldn't take it. But if it were my first baby I could lie down and die on the floor and not be hurting anyone but myself. However, now that I have Benny, I have to keep my chin up and be at least somewhat functional and I just CANNOT do that feeling like I have been. The other thing, and what my doctor said last time around, is that you have to weigh the risk of the drug against the risk of dehydration and malnutrition -- which were major problems with my first pregnancy -- I couldn't keep down ANYTHING for like weeks including my vitamins -- so that isn't too good for the baby either. I hope I'm doing the right thing -- if it weren't such a severe, hideous, unworkable problem, I wouldn't take the drugs. However, I feel like it's my only choice. The other way lies complete disability, accompanied by hospital visits. I am hoping it will be better for the baby to keep myself hydrated and healthy and vitamin-ed. # ( 4:24 PM ) Lostcheerio This morning after puking four times and almost passing out I decided I had to have help immediately, and of course couldn't get in to the OB/GYN, so I went to urgent care. After they confirmed that yes, I am pregnant (surprise), they prescribed Zofran for my nausea/vomiting. This is something that's for post-operative patients or chemotherapy patients, but it is pregnancy class B which the doctor says means it is SAFE. I hope that is true -- doing some more research now. I took one, I'm feeling a little better already, and my husband said, "Of COURSE you're feeling better! Of COURSE it's going to work perfectly! Because it's.... THIRTY DOLLARS A PILL!" That's right. We had them fill 4 pills to see if the drug would work and after our crappy insurance "helped" it was still $98. For a two day supply!!! ACK ACK ACK!!! I'm almost hoping to find out that it's not really safe or well tested on pregnant women so I will be forced to use compazine instead -- which doesn't work well for me, but which we can at least afford. Whew. What a day. # Wednesday, May 21, 2003 ( 6:19 PM ) Lostcheerio There's no way I can do this for another week let alone six weeks or twelve weeks or whatever it is. I have puked so much today I don't recall. Ate one lousy bowl of chicken broth and white rice and I have now puked twice in my efforts to get rid of it -- I think it's finally gone. The worst thing is that I'm too sick to take care of Benny -- that is really bad. Dan can't help me -- he's on the phone constantly with this or that emergency. At about six o'clock in the evening he can help me, and he is, but that means about 11 hours before that point have to be gotten through... I cannot do it, there is no way. For some reason I thought I'd be shown some mercy this time around since I have Benny to look after and I really CAN'T be this sick for an extended period of time -- but hey. I guess I MISCALCULATED. I'm so sour and dismal and bitter and ill right now it is ridiculous. I know it's all going to be worth it and I'll look back and laugh but honestly right now I don't know how I can go on like this. It's very very bad. # Sunday, May 18, 2003 ( 9:43 PM ) Lostcheerio So I thought, this morning, that I would eat half an orange. I mean, half an orange is a mild little stimulant. Barely a breakfast. Mostly juice. Then later, sitting in church, it became clear to my why I should not have eaten half an orange. Why, in fact, I should not eat anything ever again as long as I live. Made it through singing in the choir. Made it through the announcements and prayer. Then as the communion hymn gets rolling I think to myself, "This is excellent cover for mysterious noises from the bathroom" and I scoot out and vomit uproariously and enthusiastically all through the second verse. Then there was the issue of my stockings. Which were BINDING. So I took them off. But, can you really walk back into a church service carrying a balled up wad of stockings? Especially when the door to the bathroom is cruelly and ruthlessly at the FRONT of the sanctuary? No, you can't. So, I shoved them under the bathroom cabinet, waay waay back beyond the next few months of toilet paper and hand towels, back into the depths. And if I remember, I will retrieve them on Wednesday night at choir practice. And if I don't, then someday someone will find them and be perplexed. That is my vomit story for today. # |
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