So, I didn’t make it back on here the day after. It’s Friday night now, and after a wild night at Culvers, I have returned to type. Not wanting to lie to you further, I’m going to admit up front that I’ve already pretty much forgotten what I promised to type about in this post,and I’m too lazy to go back and check. This is a large topic, and I’m sure I’ll get around to whatever it was eventually.

Here’s how my visit with my new infectious disease doc went:

First, I dressed up like I was going to a friggin job interview because it is important that your doctor take you seriously and listen to what you have to say.  Not totally necessary, but helpful. I would recommend at least brushing your hair.

Then, I waited in the waiting room for approx 1.5 hours. Not too unusual for a specialist, unfortunately.

Then I was shown into the exam room. By that time my bladder was full so I had a little conversation with the nurse that went like this “So I know you guys are going to want a pregnancy test as a condition of starting the treatment, and I’m just wondering if you all run that through a blood test or a urine sample? My point being that I have to pee, so if you’re going to need some of it you might want to take it now.”  GREAT  first impression. She told me to go ahead and pee in the cup in the bathroom just in case. I have a feeling that at the end of the day there was a confused nurse going..”um…whose pee is this?”

Then I met the doctor. Older white male who was surprisingly open minded. He had me lay down and palpated my stomach and ribcage area to see if my liver was enlarged (it wasn’t) and listened to my heart. He gave me the usual talk about how treatment is tough and can cause a strain on relationships and work. I know this is all legit, but I’ve already scared myself enough and thus found it redundant. Long story short, he approved me to start treatment with the new drug, telaprevir, in combination with the old standard of care, interferon plus ribavirin. My insurance requires preapproval, something the doctor’s staff takes care of. You’ll probably want to follow up with said staff to make sure they are actually doing this, and requesting the correct medication.

Then I went downstairs to the lab, where I made another great impression by insisting that if they didn’t let me lay down while they drew my blood, I would pass out (this is unfortunately not an exaggeration). I already had my  glass of water ready as well as a moist paper towel to put over my eyes. I didn’t pass out. Yay. Did I mention I want to be a nurse?

The doctor wants to see me back in two weeks. I don’t know if he anticipates having the drugs ready for me to start at this time, or if he will just be going over the results of the blood tests with me. I’ll let you know.

Hopefully I will stay motivated and post some more tomorrow about treatment options and side effects. Night night!