Dreams and Things

I took my Sunday shot of Interferon on 11/28/11 and had some problems adjusting to its aftermath on Monday, the following day. My day started in a mundane way. I woke up early and shaved but felt a little tired and so returned to bed. I overslept until 10:00AM and had to rush to take a shower before my therapy session at 11:00AM. My wife drove me to therapy as usual. My psychiatrist has advised me to avoid  riding public transport because of the exposure to various colds and other illnesses that my weakened immune system make make me susceptible to. I arrived in time to get a latte from Peet's before my session began. I was very groggy and unable to delve into anything particularly deep during therapy. The medium latte from Peet's across the street wasn't enough to wake me up, alas. So therapy was a jumble of disconnected small discussions which were nevertheless satisfying because I unloaded about several small things. As always, I was a trifle annoyed and not having...

It's 7:00 in the morning and I am dead tired. I can barely type and my motivation for making this entry is very low indeed. Nevertheless I want to chronicle my experiences during the treatment of my Hepatitis C treatment. It is Sunday and I am now entering into week three of what will probably be 48 weeks of treatment. I have already completed week one and two of the treatment. It did not occur to me to write about these until this morning. But I can catch up anyway. The treatment has hitherto consisted of a weekly injection of Interferon (PegIntron) and daily doses of Ribavirin. I take the Ribavirin twice a day: once in the morning and once in the evening. The injection I take Sunday evenings. A new drug, Victrelis, will be introduced into the mix on or after week four (I'm not yet sure). I'll be taking those capsules three times a day every eight hours. Timing is everything with the Victrelis. It must be taken in a rigid time frame and with a meal or light snack. Th...