Yesterday was the day. I had the pleasure of having to get up at 5:30 a.m. on the next to last day of summer so that I could drive for 2 hours through morning rush hour traffic to go take a pill and get a shot. I can't tell you how thrilled I was.
My sister offered to go with me, so we made elaborate plans about what to eat and which movies to watch. She brought all the makings for subs in a big cooler, I brought drinks in a small cooler.
When we arrived there was a flurry of activity; my blood pressure, pulse and temperature were taken along with my weight and height. Then I was covered with sticky pads containing leads for hooking up to EKG and Holter monitor. Fortunately, then nurse told me, they just recently got the double lead pads, otherwise I would have had to wear twice as many sticky pads.
After all the prep work was done, all there was to do now was wait for the nurse practitioner to arrive. She got stuck in Jacksonville morning traffic as she had to wait for the stop and go of passing by two fender benders. I wasn't complaining and sat patiently, contemplating all the wires hooked up to me and wondering just what I was going to "feel" when the new meds hit my system.
When she got there, we made a little small talk -- she's the same nurse I have seen on various office visits to the clinic, so we already know each other. Just having her smiling face there, reassuring me, was enough to get rid of the butterflies. She looked my EKG over carefully (turns out she has 11 years experience in the cardio field and that's why she was asked to be in on this study). She said I had a very normal heart. (YAY!) Then all that was left was to choose my poison.
I got to choose which to do first, so I figured the pill would be easiest. Everyone knows how to swallow a pill. She had to open the medicine bottle in front of me -- I guess so I know I'm getting the study drug and not a Tic Tac or something, but really...how am I to know? I mean, look at the label. Would you understand it? Besides, how do I know this particular bottle is the one the pharmaceutical company wants me to take? I might be getting 2 placebos or 2 active drugs for all I know. But I'm not going in that direction because it could drive me crazy and that's a very short trip.
I trust the people I'm dealing with in this study and I'm sure they have checked and double checked that they gave me what I'm supposed to get.
I was scared to death of this part and I know it's stupid and silly -- after all, I have given myself shots on a daily basis for many years -- but this needle looked really huge in that video I posted a couple of days ago.
She gets the box of medicine and very unceremoniously rips it open. Out comes the pre-filled syringe and the needle, wrapped in it's own little package. She asks me where I want the shot delivered. I say "what are my choices?" Either thigh, either arm, or butt. I wanted to see what was going on and I'm not going to be giving myself a shot in the butt or arm, so thigh was my choice.
She tells me the shot should go in the outter half of my thigh, somewhere in the center 1/3. I didn't know I was going to have to be good at fractions to be able to do this, but I listen to her and nod like I'm understanding it all. She wipes with alcohol, and the next thing I know I'm seeing that big needle sink into my thigh like I was the Pillsbury dough boy's sister. It went right in with no effort at all and I couldn't even feel it. She pushed the plunger and I braced myself for a sting or burn as the medicine hit my muscle, but ... nothing. It was at that point that I'm thinking "hey!! I bet that was just water!!" which means I can quit worrying about Avonex side effects and worry about Fingolimod ones.
With all the drugs in my system and me all hardwired to a Holter monitor strapped to my waist, I go off in search of my sister. She left the room when she suspected the needle might be coming out. She's a big wuss and can't stand the sight of needles, but I love her even so.
She had meanwhile been tracking down the place where we would be spending the next six hours for observation. She scored us a conference room with a huge long table and fairly cushy "exective" chairs that swiveled and leaned back the way exectives like to do.
First thing I did once they left us alone was to sit at the head of the table and say "I suppose you're all wondering why I called this meeting today." I couldn't help myself -- I've always wanted to do that. My sister wanted to alter the words on the dry erase board that were all neurological terms. She wanted to misspell them so some doctor got embarrassed next time he saw what he had written, and then spend all day trying to recall why he didn't catch that when he did it.
When we were sufficiently amused, we tackled the TV. I came armed with all my movies and decided to watch "Holiday" first. I popped it in and the day of waiting began. An hour later the nurse came in to take my vitals. I made the mistake of saying "you don't have to tell me... I'll just peek over your shoulder while you write." So she covered it up. I still didn't have any fever, chills, body aches that are common with Avonex, so I was just waiting. With all the research I had done on the side effects of Avonex, I never did pay attention to how quickly they come on, so I still had no clue which medicine may have been real.
Hour after hour went by, pretty uneventfully. At hour 3 I told the nurse that I was sure I was on the Fingolimod because I wasn't sick yet and my heart rate had dropped from 80 to 64 (the reason for all the heart related testing since Fingolimod can drop your heart rate by up to 25 beats per minute upon initial dosage). She laughed at me and took my vitals. She held the clipboard so I couldn't see what she wrote, but I saw her hand swirl in the motions necessary to write a "6" and "4". "Aha! I knew it!" I said and she laughed.
We made a couple of trips to the parking lot for the retrieval of various things. On the one trip we made together, to get the coolers, we caught the same elevator as Dr. Kantor, the lead investigator in the study. I tell him I'm there for randomization and he said he knew that. Then I tell him "I think I know which drug I'm on!" but he quickly puts up his hands as if to ward me off and says "Don't tell me!! I can't know!". Sheesh! like I'm an expert?? He never believes anything I say any other time, why worry about what I think?
I tell the nurse about our ride in the elevator and she said "If you compromise the blind, they question the data." That made sense to me.
At the end of the 6 hours another EKG was performed and the nurse read the results comparing them to the pre-medicated one. She pronounced that everything was fine and after an education in how to inject Avonex I could go home.
I got to learn about how injecting something subcutaneously (under the skin) was different from injecting IM (in the muscle). It seemed simple and besides, I don't have to worry about messing with it for another 5 days. I'll worry then.
So, that ends the initial phase of my journey and so far I'm happy with the results. For a full blown hypochondriac to have nothing to complain about is a rare event indeed. The mystery medicine is doing it's job and I couldn't be happier. Now I can get back to my regularly scheduled program called Life.
There will probably be less entries unless I can find something to talk about and still stay on topic. Just wanted to let you know I appreciate the comments and the emails. Nice to have such a team of cheerleaders on my side.