Alright ITPers,
I know you are out there, probably not awake at this time (hopefully for you, you are not), but I am! Maybe my Aussies or people far, far away are up and at 'em. Here in Charleston, SC, it isn't even 6 a.m!
My insomnia could be due to several reasons. So, instead of laying in bed and listening to my husband sleep like a baby, I decided to get up and bitch to all my friends on the PDSA board...oh, what would I do without you guys? I am so happy I have this place to turn to.
For those of you that know me, you know I'm a little crazy as it is, so please disregard any foul language or just overall unpleasantness. I'm blaming it on the drugs....yeah, the drugs. I do apologize ahead of time.
~Reasons as to my insomnia....and adorably (that is a joke) unpleasant attitude~
a.) I am on the "dex pulse" and have been up since 4:30 rolling around. I might as well get my ass up and do something, even it involves bitching about the "having to take meds that make me get up at 4:30" part. Being a kindergarten teacher (*gasp...yes, I am a kindergarten teacher with a filthy mouth) with 2 weeks left of summer vacation, I can take this "early to rise" thing as a blessing for getting me prepared for school wake up calls or I can bitch about not being able to sleep in for my last 2 weeks of summer. I'll take option 2 right now. I enjoy sleeping...but, alas, gigantic horse doses of steroids will not allow for that, now will it?
b.) I'm a nervous wreck because I go in this morning at 8:45 to get my blood drawn. Depending on the results will determine whether or not I begin my second "go round" with Rituxan. I had my first "go round" five years ago at the age of 22 and had a long, sustained 5 year remission with normal counts in the 200-300s. I am so thankful for that, so it gives me hope that it will work this time around too...if I have to go there today.
Am I so selfish to not want to go there again? I keep turning the idea around and around in my head. I DON'T WANT TO DO IT AGAIN! I want this to be over! I hate this! I hate it!
I laughed earlier (probably around 5:00 a.m.) laughing at one of the posts on another thread. Someone said (I can't remember who) that everyone in their dr. office knows them...even the nurses. Let's just say if the nurses and staff at my hematologist's office don't know me, they do now considering I had a break down this past Tuesday in which my hematologist had to come out and hug me, baby me, and tell me I was not dying. Yes, I know you guys are shaking your head like, *tsk, *tsk..."Oh Natalie." But, you guys know how I am. So, in my steroid stupor, I have come to several realizations that I just felt like talking about. I'm not necessarily looking for responses (although I do love a good response), but I just feel like running my dexamethasone overloaded mouth right now.
Is it so bad for me to be angry about having this "thing?" You see guys, I consider myself generally a very happy, satisfied, optimistic person with a great attitude. But, just the thought of this makes that all crash down. I wouldn't consider myself a newbie at this at all. It's been 6 years, so I know what I'm dealing with, but why does it all seem so new all over again?
Let me explain. On Tuesday when I went to the dr. and she put me on dex, I got upset. I haven't had to treat in FIVE YEARS. There was (and sadly still is) a little, tiny, minute part of me that thought I was acute...I thought...it was a dark part of my life, it is over now. WRONG-Y DONG-Y (kindergarten teacher coming of me there). And as I stood there in her arms crying, I look over her shoulder and see patients suffering from God only knows what sitting in THE WAITING ROOM receiving chemo treatments because the infusion rooms were too full. How dare I? How dare I cry over little ITP when these poor people are surely suffering from something so much worse? How dare I? So, as I drive home, I cry from guilt. "Natalie, you are ok. Look at all those people suffering from cancer. Your life is beautiful." This is a piece of comfort that I do have and am so thankful for. But, still. I suffer, too. I'm sad, too and I feel like I'm slowly letting this "thing" take me over again.
I read another post someone wrote about the dr. always commenting on how healthy they are. I laughed at this too. Being 27, I get that alot. I have yet to see anyone around my age in the waiting room. It's like, "Wow...but you don't LOOK like anything is wrong with you!" And I'm thinking..."Oh but wait...*giggle, giggle* You didn't witness the 3.5 hour nosebleed I had this morning." (Thankfully, that hasn't happened to me in a very long time).
I am always needlessly looking for people around my age who have ITP. I surely can't be the only person in Charleston, SC with it! There has to be someone else! I find myself with my ears wide open in the craziest of places just waiting for someone to say, "Oh, I have this thing called ITP." I would jump on the conversation faster than lightning. But alas...even stalking the aisles in target, listening in the fruit section of the grocery store, or sitting in my very own doctor's office has not brought me much luck...no luck, actually. Which brings me to my next rant:
I HATE and I mean HATE trying to explain this disease to my un ITP friends. I know that sounds so mean and callous, because I should enjoy educating people about it (which I do...to an extent), but I usually get one of 2 responses:
1.) "Oh My God. Are you ok? Is there anything I can do? That sounds terrible! So, there is something wrong with your blood. You had to have chemo? You might have to have it again. What if it doesn't work?"
To which I want to say-- "I'm fine. Doesn't my hair look great today? It is terrible, but I am doing ok. No, there isn't anything wrong with my blood...it's my antibodies and my immune system, you see ITP is an autoimmune...blah blah blah (cue the Charlie Brown teacher voice)...Yes I had to have a drug called Rituxan (as I'm thinking...I'm not even getting into the rat protein component of that with you, honey, seeing as this is ALL WAY TOO OVER YOUR HEAD ALREADY.) Yes, I may have to do it again. And I will, if I have to."
Or, response number 2:
2.) "Oh wow. That's crazy. But you feel ok, right?" To which I say--"Yeah it sucks. I feel fine." But I'm thinking to myself--"You have no idea how crazy it can be! Let me poke you with needles every week and try to figure out why your antibodies have decided to attack your own body because they are stupid!"
Phew. Wow. Ok. I feel a little better.
Guys, I really am sorry to be the "debbie-downer" this morning. I truly do consider everyone on this discussion board a sincere friend. I'm sorry to be the one to have the bad attitude today. I know some of you are reading this, rolling your eyes thinking I'm annoying. And that's ok. I am annoying...ask my husband. He has been referring to my rants and bouts of spasticness as "roid rage." Hahahaha...it is kind of funny.

Just yesterday I did all the laundry, 2 loads of dishes, vacuumed, dusted, made tons for my classroom, cooked a yummy dinner, and the list goes on. The headline could read, "Positive outcome from ITP--Woman becomes domesticated." Trust me...usually, if I get one thing done on that list, I deserve a medal. Usually, it's like all my muscles turn to mush during summer vacation and my brain goes on hiatus. My husband jokingly said, "Man, we need to get you some of that dex stuff more often." To which I smile thinking, "Oh you idiot. If I could have a free pass to knock you out...." Just kidding (sort of). He knows not what he says when talking to a woman on steroids, obviously.
Phew. Well, talking on here, even if it is just to a computer screen has made me feel a little bit better. For some reason, when I get on here, it is cathartic knowing that I am talking to other people who "get me." Because, no one else seems to. I am sorry for talking so much and for being "that person" on the discussion board. But, I had to let it out. *Ahhhhhhhhhhhh* Feeling better
Hopefully, my attitude will improve, at least by August 21st, when my new batch of sweet kindergarteners come to me. I love my job immensely and it brings me so much joy, so I think it will at least take my mind off of things. I'm laughing right now thinking about you guys thinking..."There is no way in hell I would let that woman teach my kid." HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Even with ITP I have managed to be nominated as Teacher of the Year twice...so boom yow.
Good morning guys, Love to you all!
Natalie
P.s.: I will update as soon as I know anything from my doctor today.