Bless my dear husband. Once again, he drove me to San Francisco for my LDA treatments. We left at 8:00 a.m. for an 11:00 a.m. appt. The drive usually takes 2 1/2 hours giving him a little leeway with traffic. Traffic was great and we got into the city an hour early. Since we were early he decided to make a quick stop at the SF Giants’ store to look for some t-shirts. He made it back to the car in plenty of time to get back on the highway and head to my doctor appointment. Then we got lost. Somehow we went the wrong direction and the highway was nowhere in sight. We asked a taxi cab driver who was a jerk. Then we got directions from city workers but I think we missed the last part of the directions because we still didn’t make it to the highway. Finally my husband asked a security guard getting into his car how to get to the highway. He started to give us directions and then said to my husband to just turn around and follow him and he would take us there. I have no idea how much further out of his way he went for us but it was much appreciated. With all the getting lost and asking for directions we made it to my appointment right on time.
I met with the new doctor and had to give him some background on me and talk a little about some questions I had regarding my protocol and if things had changed any. He felt that because I had been on the therapy for five years that I could start adding foods back in at 7-10 days instead of 15. PERFECT! My daughter gets here about that time and I will not have to miss out on many foods because of dietary restrictions. I really enjoyed this new doctor and look forward to working with him more.
The downside to my treatment, as it is every time, is the headache. Oh the headache. And the welts where the injections are given and the itchiness. There is only one that actually gives me a lot of trouble.
I am home and yes my headache is with me (nothing unusual about that). I got it about 3o minutes after I left the office. My brain is also a little fuzzy and my concentration is not so great. On the positive side is that I am not itching nearly as much with the inhalant component of the treatment as I usually do. Maybe this is a good sign that I won’t be flailing my arm around tonight to distract myself. I am not allowed to scratch the wheals, put anything on them or ice them.
I ate my lamb stew on the way home as my dear husband munched on his Jack in the Box burger and fries.
I received three injections today. In my left arm I received the Inhalants (pollens, dust, molds).