Heyyyyyyy! How was your Monday? It was definitely one of those days for me. Nothing terrible happened by any means, but things just weren’t great, ya know?
It was a Remicade day for me, so I wasn’t in the best mood to begin with, but I’m starting to change my tune about it. I used to say things like “I need to go to the hospital for stupid Remicade” and stuff like that, but I’ve realized that it keeps me healthy and it’s actually a blessing. A HUGE blessing. There are so many people with IBD, who truly suffer, so I know (and appreciate) that I am one of the lucky ones. Even still, Remicade days always put me in a weird mood– like I’m happy that I’m getting an infusion that allows me to live the life I want to live, but it’s a reminder that I have a chronic illness and rely on a drug to keep me healthy. Meh. So, there was that and then it took me nearly two (yes, two!) hours to drive into MGH for my appointment. The traffic was insanely frustrating, but at least I had an iced coffee, right?
I had a few minutes to spare before my appointment, so I quickly popped into Whole Foods to grab breakfast. Mal and I had a rough morning with Murphy, trying to get him to take his pills, so I never had time to eat breakfast. I’m totally a breakfast person (must.eat.in.the.morning), so I was starving.
I grabbed a bunch of goodies from the hot bar and some candy from the bins.
My infusion started out kind of rough. The nurse must have missed or poked through my vein because it was really uncomfortable. Usually, my infusions feel a little weird, but they never hurt. I kept changing the position of my arm, hoping the pain would go away, but it never did. At one point, the skin around the insertion site start to bubble up. Ummm? It was definitely kind of freaky, so I let the nurse know and we switched arms for the infusion. Obviously, it wasn’t a huge deal, but still… yikes.
When I got home from my appointment, Murphy wasn’t doing well. The paralysis in his face looked much more droopy than this morning and he was drooling everywhere, which was a brand new symptom. He also wouldn’t eat, and I couldn’t get him to take his next dose of pain meds, so I called the vet, who suggested bringing him in. *sigh* Poor Murphy.
I spent the majority of the afternoon with Murphy at the vet, and, thankfully, everything turned out okay. Mal actually swung by and took over pug duty, so I could pick up a prescription at CVS and then get Quinn at daycare. I made the mistake of checking my email on my phone before going into CVS, so I felt totally overwhelmed because I got zero work done today. And, well, that stress led to eating peanut M&Ms in the parking lot before I picked up Quinn. It was definitely one of those days. Chocolate emergency.
My day got better though: Quinn had a great time at daycare. Back at home, Murphy was doing better. And I made one of my favorite 3-ingredients meals for dinner. Not all was bad, but, jeez Louise. What a way to start the week.
Questions of the Day
How was your Monday?
How do you deal with THOSE kinds of days?