I wrote a few days ago about how my doctor recently prescribed a new medication for me.  I started taking it very early Sunday morning and ever since I’ve felt like about 13 shades of hell.  13 was a random number picked for the sole reason that it is a historically unlucky number and I know I’ve been feeling like a lot of shades of hell.  Everything I’ve read about this medication has told me that this feeling will go away, but that it could take up to three months for that to happen.  Ack! I don’t know if I’m going to make it through one month let alone three.

The main symptom, other than feeling even more tired than usual (apparently that is possible), is nausea.  We’re talking the kind of nausea that I haven’t felt since my last college drunkfest many, many years ago.  And unfortunately, this nausea tends to last almost all day every day.  My doctor’s nurse recommended that I try Emetrol, but I don’t know how impressed I am with it.

I also mentioned that because of this, I haven’t been tracking my points.  And while that might sound like I’ve let it become a free-for-all, I really haven’t.  I might not be eating what is best for me at all times, but I haven’t been binging (which is definitely saying something).  I’ve been eating when I get hungry and have been eating what sounds good to me.  This may be anything from a subway sandwich to a double cheeseburger from McDonald’s.  Whatever it may be, it has to be something that doesn’t make me want to hurl just by thinking about it.

After the concert Tuesday night, I made a decision to do something that I hadn’t done in well over two and a half years.  I stopped by McDonald’s on my way home.  I was actually starving (it had been over eight hours since I’d ate last), but was also exhausted (had just been standing for well over two hours) and had been fighting that darn nausea all day.  The thought of having to fix something to eat when I got home made me want to cry.  A double cheeseburger and fries sounded good and didn’t make me want to hurl, so that’s what I got.  Keep in mind that every time I’ve gone to McDonald’s over the last two years, the only things I’ve gotten are chicken nuggets or grilled chicken salad. 

The funniest thing about my little splurge is that the next day (Wednesday) has been the only day that I haven’t fought that nausea.  Coincidence?  Maybe.

Don’t worry.  I haven’t given up.  I do want to get back to my healthier eating and do want to lose a few more pounds.  While I’ve become increasingly satisfied with my current weight range, I do plan to get back on plan once I get a handle on this medication.