It’s been about two and half weeks since I started my Pegainterferon and Ribavirin treatment for my Hep C. Surprisingly, the first week really wasn’t all that bad. I could definitely feel the poison running through my veins and it certainly wasn’t a natural sick feeling that I’ve been enduring. The second week (my injections, I decided, take place on Monday evening) I woke up Tuesday feeling like I should be dead. More poison feeling, and a sickness similar to being dope-sick (although not has bad – definitely not as bad), I fought through the day and barely made it to swim.
Wednesday was fucked. Totally fucked. I don’t think I’ve felt that awful since the last time I kicked Heroin. Nightmares all night and constant nausea. Thursday I realize that I’ve got a cold or the flu. This is good news, actually, as I would rather be going through some type of small viral sickness, rather then assume this is it – this is how my treatment is going to be for the next six months.
Monday was a little better, but Tuesday I woke up with a nosebleed. I never have nosebleeds, in fact, I can’t remember when I had one at all, to be honest. All day long I’ve got bright red blood shooting out of my nose – real attractive, I’m sure. Today is better, although I took my Ribavirin on a somewhat-empty stomach and have been paying the price for most of the day. Eat! Eat, boy! Eat!
All in all, this week is better than I expected. Thinking about six months of this isn’t all that easy, but knowing that it only gets better from here on out is a good thing. My third injection had no noticeable effects, whereas the second just kicked my ass.
Thanks, thanks, thanks! Thanks to all those that have been so supportive, sending me mails and wishing me well. I seriously appreciate your concern and hope that you’re all in the best of places…