Ooops. I got overconfident this week and got knocked on my ass. It was definitely my bad.
First I had my Herceptin infusion last Friday. It usually makes me a little tired, but I try to suck it up and get on with my routine.
Then, with Herceptin still pumping through my veins, I had an MRI with an infusion of contrasting dye on Monday. I dislike the procedure and the dye, a carcinogen, but again tried to plow on with my routine, such that it exists (going to the gym in the morning, when I have energy, then recuperating in bed in the afternoon.)
Well, as I wrote before, part of my exercise routine includes spin class when I can muster the energy. On Tuesday I decided to give the class a try.
I realized with hindsight that a half-liter of Herceptin and who knows how much of contrasting dye is the opposite of blood doping. Instead of getting oxygen into my blood, I have a feeling now that those foreign substances in my bloodstream take up space for oxygen.
By the end of the class I could hardly drive home. I spent the rest of the day in bed and most of Wednesday, too.
So to all of you who keep telling me not to overdo it – you were right. I did. And I suffered for it. Not only suffered, but lost a couple of days in my fight to get my energy back and get back to work as soon as I can. It’s Saturday and I’m still moving slowly.
I know now that I can only go as fast as my body will let me go. Patience has never been my forte.
I will practice.