Almost done with phase one!

This week has been pretty smooth sailing. I may or may not have decided to eat the sticky buns pictured below for every meal for the next 8 weeks. 

Holy Pecans! @ Uppercrust Bakery

My loving and generous aunts (pictured below) came to visit this weekend. They allegedly came to help me with stuff, but I think they actually came because of the bakery that houses the sticky buns.

Aunt Marty  & Aunt Duffy @ The Green Mesquite BBQ

We definitely took the food tour of Austin, with an impeccable tour guide I might add (that's me!). It's good that I'm finding food appetizing and eating more than just smoothies, though I might have gone a bit overboard this weekend. 

My health has remained intact this week. I'm still nauseous here and there, even with the Zofran. Whenever that happens, I just stick to eating bland food. This is probably the first week so far that I've felt fairly normal. I wish I would have believed them when they told me this would happen back in Week one. The fits of hysteria would have been a lot easier to handle knowing that I'd feel better after my body had a steady flow of toxic chemicals circulating in it.

When Marty & Duffy were here, since Duffy's a nurse, I asked one of my many panicky questions about what am I supposed to do if I drop a pill?! Now granted, this wouldn't be a big deal to the average person, but the other day I dropped a Zofran and it slid under the disgusting bookshelf, leading me to worry about what would happen if I dropped one of the Hep C pills. Beanie assured me that I would not be the first person to ever drop a pill and that they probably just give me a new one, but I continued to fret. Then we did the math. The Incivek (purple pills that require the fatgrams) 12-week treatment costs $49,200. That's $4100 a week, $585.71 a day, and $97.62 a pill. Aunt Duffy then answered my question -- move the shelf. get the pill. wipe it off and take it. no excuses. 

Considering the Incivek is just ONE of the pills I'm taking, I decided that my pill box has a pretty high street value, and if things didn't work out with the treatment I could make some quick cash in the local Hep C drug rings. (just kidding!!) 

Good thing I'm heftily insured, or else I'd be equally as unheftily poor and living under a bridge with my box of pills. Also a good thing you need the whole treatment to be successful, so I'm not particularly worried about being mugged for these awful purple pills. 

Other than that, I sincerely appreciate everyone's thoughts, prayers, texts, calls, facebook messages and get well soon cards! You have no idea how loved (and popular! lol) it makes me feel to have my phone be blowing up at all times :) Keep 'em coming! 

I find out Wednesday whether it's 24 weeks or 48. Cross your fingers, toes, knees, elbows and the limbs of all of your dolls, pets and imaginary friends. I need all the good karma I can get. (As a side note, because I'm 24 years old I feel like that gives me a statistically significant greater chance at having treatment for a certain number of weeks!)

Stay tuned...