Ribavirin Riba Rage with Hepatitis C Treatment

Ribavirin Riba Rage with Hepatitis C Treatment

It is always easier to look back at a situation. Ribavirin Riba rage with Hepatitis C Treatment is a good example. I can sit here calmly and write about it like it was just a phase I was going through. It was SO much more. I can tell stories that would curl your frizzy-falling-out hair, but this post will mostly be about how to deal with it. What you need while going through treatment and Riva Rage are some tools to help you manage your life. You are on this medication to get rid of the Hepatitis C Virus (HCV) and prolong your life. It is a matter of getting to the other side of treatment and having family, friends, and possibly co-workers who will still speak to you.

We understand that when we talk about Riba Rage, we are really talking about our relationships with others and with ourselves. Riba rage hurts our loved ones. We say things that would normally not come out of our mouth. Riba Rage also hurts us. We hold things inside in an attempt to be loving but the anger or frustration ends up boiling within us.

It is time to step back and try and get a handle on Ribavirin Riba rage with Hepatitis C treatment. Let’s look at the facts:

Riba Rage is real – I am not sure what causes it. I went with the theory that while the Ribavirin is killing off the virus, it is creating other problems. What you can expect is a lack of ability to tolerate any level of frustration at times. To say that I was impatient is putting it mildly. While we are taking these drugs, some powerful emotions are at work within us. Painful emotions that we have pushed aside for years can come up full force. If we are wise, this is an opportunity to see them for what they are: Negative thinking patterns.

Name it and claim it – It is perfectly fine to tell someone that you are dealing with deep anger that is arising as a result of your medical treatment. Use “I” statements when doing so. “I am angry. I feel hurt. I am afraid. I am disappointed. I am losing hope. I am ready to give up” are all very real feelings inside of you.  There is no shame or weakness in admitting to these thoughts that are boiling around in your mind.  You might even put them on your ice box door on a sticky note or tape a piece of paper with some “I” statements. Remember my caution tape? Read that blog again. Haha! The sticky note will let your loved ones know that you are trying to deal with some very negative feelings. By using the “I” statement, you will help the other person to feel less defensive. Remind them that YOU are the one having a problem and that you are working on it. Take responsibility for it and then there is no one to fight with.

Let me add that when you are on treatment, it is NOT the best time for intense work on deeply rooted past problems. Just make some notes in a journal. I filled a few books. Use a spiral and tell everyone it is hands off if you want it to remain private. Some of my pages got ripped out and burned. Others I kept in order to think about when my mind was clearer. Now that you have faced the fact that the rage is indeed there, you can say that to others during a time when you are not angry. When you are too tired and sick it is hard to find a good time to talk about anything important. I know.

Go inside – I am not going to suggest that you hibernate, although I recently told one woman whose husband was on treatment to send him to his room and shut the door. You may not be able to physically remove yourself from a situation. Family, friends, and co-workers are going on with their lives. What I found that worked for me was to mentally remove myself from the situation.

Here’s a real life example: My granddaughters were at the kitchen table doing homework while my daughter cooked dinner. I came home from work and they began to ask me to help with multiplication tables. All I wanted was a sodium free dinner, a blood transfusion, and some new skin that was not scaly and itching. I listened and tried to interact, but I could not remember 3 x 8 at that moment. My baby girl was lying on the floor saying that she would never pass 3^rd grade. Meanwhile, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my daughter put tomato sauce with sodium in the spaghetti sauce. My older granddaughter sat glued to the television. Standing up to go find the couch, I grumbled something about not being able to eat and then made a really snarky comment about too much television. The youngest was ignored by all.

With a pitiful withering glance at them, I wandered off and fell onto the couch. My 3 most treasured people in the world all saw an ugly side of Nana. The worst thing is that I did not have the energy to care. My son-in-law walked in and we sat down to dinner. I opened a no sodium can and poured it on my pasta with olive oil (for the fat grams) and ate. Oh I was mad.

Then I went inside my own head. I pictured us all from the corner of the room. I was watching us as an observer. In my head I saw myself listening to their conversation, smiling and nodding. I felt so sorry for us all. I just wanted to live to make amends. All I could do at that moment was smile my fake smile .. and nod. At a break in the conversation, I told them Nana was being hateful and that it was not easy to be nice with all the medicine I was on. I reminded them that I was going to beat the virus that made me sick and someday soon I would be even better than before. They looked skeptically at me. “Will you forgive me”, I asked? Everyone said that they would. We had been through this before with Riba rage and would experience it again.

Did it solve everything? No. That is not the point. Did I name my anger, claim it by taking responsibility for it, and ask for grace? Yes. That is all that I had the power to do. Looking back, I do NOT think that there was anything more that could be done. I was on heavy duty meds. I beat the virus. I survived the treatment. We all survived as a family.  It has become apparent while writing this that it is a huge topic for me. I have looked at it from the caretaker’s viewpoint and written about it also. That blog is coming. I picked them up at school yesterday and we had mangoes and got in front of the dining room mirror so they could Teach Me How to Dougie. My daughter did the Roger Rabbit and we laughed hard and loud. We’re still healing.

That night that I told you about? I ended up enlisting the oldest one’s help in teaching the youngest one her times tables all the way to her 5’s in a matter of days. We laugh about it now. Ribavirin Riba Rage is something real. It is something to be endured and to learn from. I learned many valuable lessons and I hope that they will benefit YOU while you are treating. All my best to you. Some who have written asking about my experience – this is for you.

Xoxoxoxoxo from your best friend, Karen 🙂

P.S. I am not going to edit or look for more pics for this tonight. My daughter just texted. They want me to come watch American Idol with them tonight. Yeah. Love heals.

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