I have to vent somewhere. You guys don't even have to listen--I just have to get it out.
I started CAPD on Wednesday. First day was OK--aside from the REALLY uncomfortable feeling of fullness. My prescription is for 2000cc, but I couldn't take a full bag. My nurse said to just work up to it in the next couple of days. I felt like I'd suddenly woken up 8 months pregnant. I've been coming off of some kind of sickness (sore throat, feeling lousy), so that didn't help. Oh--and I started my period.
So, wasn't feeling so swell, but bearable.
Thursday was fine--again with the horrible fullness, because I was trying to take in more each time. I finally worked up to 2000 by the end of the day.
Friday morning--fine. Waddle around, have small bowl of cereal and several cups of coffee (the heat made my sore throat feel better). About 3 hours after the first exchange, I started feeling nauseous and more and more full. I couldn't sit, couldn't lay down, couldn't find a comfortable position. And increasingly nauseous. Then--wham-o! Explosion from one end and vomiting from the other
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Scared the shit out of me, if you'll pardon the phrase. My husband called to check on me (I carry a cordless) and I barfed on the handset. Scared him, too. He rushes home from work. Between retches, I worry he'll have an accident.
Called the nurse, did an exchange ( took in 3/4 of bag)--no milky effluent. Still nausea--no actual vomiting. Lay down for two hours.
Another exchange (took in 3/4 of bag), no milky effluent, not peritonitis--must be an unlucky coincidence.
BTW, I can tell when I'm almost done emptying because I get a really bad cramp/pinch. Very hard to relax and drain while waiting for the sharp stab of pain. Exchange=stress
Eat peanut butter and crackers. Manage to keep it down. Eat chicken noodle soup (low sodium--bleck). Keep it down.
Another exchange. This time, when filling, get very sharp pains in my left side. Similar to stitch in side, but worse.
Finally lose it and completely break down.
Bawl for 20 minutes. Seriously consider alternatives to treatment.
Have been wearing very loose jogging pants. Can't stand having anything touch my stomach, so switch to gown.
Final exchange, no problems. Have nightmares of general population being struck with terrible disease and I'm trying to convince my husband that we need an exit plan before we get infected.
I take it back. I hope someone is reading this. I need to know if this gets better. I already know it could be worse and there are people much worse off than me--but right now, it sucks to be me and I need to be able to say that. I need for it to be ok.