July 11th, 2011. CD3.
I am so unbelievably stressed out right now. Thank the good Lord I’m not also at work and trying to deal with all of this…
Let me update you a bit:
On Friday, I got the call from Dr. Fran’s office letting me know that they recommend me getting re-immunized for Rubella. The husband and I also drove out to the Toledo area to shop for a new place that day.
Things went well, and we found a nice place. We took the lease application home with us with plans to fax it in Monday (today).
Saturday, AF arrived. I was more under the weather than normal due to Flo’s late arrival, and the boss lady gave me the day off to recuperate. I spent most of said day off researching the MMR vaccine. I also found out that I had an adverse reaction to the vaccine in the past… I tried to call Dr. Fran’s office to ask some questions, but everyone had gone home for the day.
Sunday, I spent the day pacing the floor, and generally worrying about things that couldn’t be dealt with until Monday. I completed our lease application, and made myself sick with worry that we won’t get approved because of a nasty case of identity theft on my credit report that I’m still working to clear up after four years. I also weighed the option of just forgoing the Rubella vaccine and starting the Femara cycle anyway, but the timing looked so tight that I didn’t know if it would even work.
Then I started stressing about how if I don’t start the Femara this cycle, the odds of my being able to start it next cycle are not good either, what with the timing of the move and all.
Then I ate all the ice cream in the freezer and went to bed.
…Which brings us to today.
I faxed over the lease application. Just waiting to hear back on that. Stressing out over things beyond my control, yet again.
I talked to Dr. Fran’s nurse, who said that the Rubella vaccine is up to me. I told her that the odds of contracting the German measles are probably worse than the odds of me having an adverse reaction to the vaccine itself. She said that my bloodwork shows only a slight increase in my susceptibility to it, not that I’m completely compromised. It’s only recommended, not required.
I told her I wanted to move forward with the Femara. Measles be damned.
I just faxed her the consent form to start the Femara, and she is calling in my prescription as I type this. (I hope, anyway.) I made my appointment for CD13, which conveniently falls on one of my days off (Woohoo, something’s going my way today!), and now I sit and wait for the call that my script is ready for pickup.
…At least, I hope they’ll call me. ‘Cause I kinda have to take that today, you know?
Great. Now I have to stalk my local Wal-Mart pharmacist…
I feel so jittery and like I am flying by the seat of my pants right now! Three days ago, there was a plan in place. Now things are just flying at me from every direction, and I have no control whatsoever.
I guess I better put on my big-girl panties and deal with it, though, because whining about it isn’t getting me anywhere.
More updates later… Hopefully I will be all Femara-ed up when we meet again.
Happy Monday, friends!