THE SIDE EFFECTS OF IVIG…I AIN’T GONNA SUGAR COAT IT HONEY! (*This post is Episode 2 in a 4 part series on various aspects of IVIG treatments. Click here to read about my first experience with IVIG in Episode 1.) Upon finding out I had CVID and would immediately need to start intravenous infusions of IGg antibodies (IVIG) every 3 to 4 weeks for the rest of my life, I naturally had a few questions for Dr. K (my amazing immunologist): [envision uncontrollable sobbing; long string of snot falling from my nose; me screaming “Why meeeeeeeeeee!”…] Question #1-What the hell is IVIG? [envision red, puffy face; questions asked in between gasping…
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My CVID Journey (Saga) Continues…
As I’ve mentioned before in my other posts (read about my diagnosis journey here), I was finally diagnosed with CVID in 2017. I was upset, but also relieved. I thought, “Now, I will be well again.” I WAS WRONG! After receiving IVIG treatments (read this post to learn about those “super fun” treatments here) for over a year, I still felt like crap. I mean, less crappy, but not what I would describe as well. When I mentioned how I still felt to Dr. K, my awesome immunologist, he mentioned that he had CVID patients receiving IVIG who ran marathons! “WTF” I thought! I couldn’t run a marathon if someone…
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THESE ARE THE IVIG DAYS OF MY LIFE-EPISODE 1
FOND MEMORIES If you are anywhere near my age (Uh-hm, 42), you probably watched (or should I say obsessed over) the daytime soap opera Days of Our Lives at some point in your life. For me, the obsession started in middle school. I spent a lot of long summer days over at my BFF Jamie’s house during which all monkey business would cease for the one hour of the day the show aired. Together, we’d root for Carrie and Austin to finally find happiness and threw popcorn at the T.V. when Sammi and Lucas would scheme to keep them apart. We’d melt when Bo kissed Hope with such passion we…
