It's been a week since my first Remicade treatment and I feel no change. I was not looking for this to be the miracle drug. I was not looking for a drastic change, but I was hoping that I was feel a little different.
When I walked into the room last week, it was set up with a bunch of Lazy-boys and poles to hook up the IV's. There were already two people in there and the girl who runs the whole thing went over everything to expect with me. She was probably around my age, and really nice. And she hooked me up to the tubes and I sat there bored out of my mind for two and a half hours with Mom.
Every few minutes they would come over and change the speed of the medication coming in. At one point a doctor came in to hear my heart and stuff like that and asked if I was okay. He was an oddball but it's all good. I was hoping to actually get some face time with my doctor but he was in the other office. Maybe next week when I go he'll be there.
I don't know when I will get off my medications. I don't know if I'll ever get over the feeling of going to chemo when I go into that room. I don't know if I will ever want to go there alone or if I will want to drag people to go with me. And I honestly don't know how I will be able to pass the two hours with doing something productive.
But I gotta figure I'm not the first person to get this medication and it's going to make me better. So bring it on Remicade treatments. I'm ready for you.
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