Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…


Itch

My whole body is itchy. Oof I’m on fire and with the new nails I have to be that much more careful. But I’m grateful for this itchy. I’m grateful for this GVHD because there are people who don’t get to have to opportunity to have GVHD because they couldn’t get a transplant. First I got Idiopathic pneumonia syndrome (IPS) – pneumonitis. It presented just like pneumonia but it wasn’t it was GVHD. Now Acute liver GVHD can appear as jaundice (yellowing of the skin or eyes) from liver damage and inability to excrete a substance called bilirubin (bilirubin is produced when the liver breaks down old red blood cells). I’m literally yellow and purple with GVHD of the skin can cause color changes (red, pink, purple, brown or white), thinning or thickening, hardening, rashes, scaly areas, bumps. But I am lucky to have these symptoms because I was lucky enough to get a 10/10 transplant.

Yes I am itchy as all hell right now and I’m not going to lie, the nails I have now give me a really really good scratch and yes I indulge trying my hardest not to break skin. Trying my best to get a good scratch as well. Tonight the legs are on fire, arms and back are okay-ish. Benadryl pills do NOTHING, Benadryl cream….I feel does even less. I have to sleep. Passed out is the best remedy. There’s no itching when you’re out like a light. That’s where I need to be.

The last few nights of sleep at the hospital have been absolutely horrid. I need to take a pill and pass out! Grateful to be home.



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About Me

Hello, my name is Nina. I am a mother, wife, daughter and friend. I am lover of country music, & 80’s love ballad. I love me some karaoke! I identify as hot mess mom. I get it wrong, all the time. On the rare occasions I get it right? Even I’m shocked.

I am a working professional in the field of Compliance. I am mother two, daughter to immigrant parents, wife to a “redneck” – and proud of it, sister-in-law to the two most incredible human beings I have ever met and a niece that is just so cool but doesn’t know it.

I work too hard and play too little. I’ve always focus on the wrong thing and never quite sure if I’m ever enough. I grew up on the East Coast and was a latchkey kid in the 80’s and 90’s – I dodged the sketchy people on the walk home and tried not to end up on a milk carton.

I went to a very privileged Boarding School on the East Coast and college after that. (So yeah that’s exactly why this journal will be riddled with grammatical and spelling errors. On the days I feel good, I’ll type it out. On the days I don’t feel good it’ll be voice to text. I can not be held liable for the things Siri puts in as my “voice”. ) Graduated on a Friday and started Fleet Bank on a Saturday. I hustled my way through the midnight shift at DHL and hustled and hustled and hustled. I knew nothing except the hustle. (As I said, I’m a hot mess mom).

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