My life has been up and down the last few weeks, but I’m finally back on track and feeling really good.
On Tuesday, May 7th, I came home from work early not feeling well. Turned out I had food poisoning. Three days of ~100-101 fever and the feeling that someone was french braiding my intestines made for a pretty awful week.
Antibiotics & Bad Reactions
Late that week, I went to the doctor and got a prescription for Metronidazole, because they thought it was bacterial. I took that for five days but on the fifth night had an unexplained panic attack which I attributed to the medicine. And of course the thing about panic attacks is that you can have one just from thinking you might have one, so the next time I took the antibiotic, it happened again. I was feeling much better at this point, so they said just stop taking it and everything will be fine. But guess what? A few days later, it was baaaackkk!!!
Antibiotics & Bad Reactions Part Deux
Went back to the doctor and was prescribed Ciprofloxacin to kill off the rest of the bacteria. But guess what? I am allergic to it. Woke up in the middle of the night with an itchy rash all over my legs and back. Called the oncall doctor (of course it was a weekend) and they said stop taking the meds and come back and call them on Monday. At this point, it didn’t seem like I had many options except probiotics and time. So I spent the weekend fretting about resistant bacteria and whether I’d be living with this misery the rest of my life. Of course. On Monday, I didn’t call them until late in the day because I just thought it would eventually get better.
Antibiotics & Cure!
So let’s just say that Monday evening, I realized things were *not good* and went to urgent care. I was literally in and out of urgent care in fifteen minutes. It was amazing! Two prescriptions in hand — one for the Metronidazole again and one for Hydroxizine HCL, a prescription antihistamine to treat the massive rash from the Cipro.
One medicine to fix the symptoms of another. This is the world I try so hard to avoid.
So for the next four days I took both medicines every 8 hours, then I was *finally* able to stop taking the antihistamine and just finish up the antibiotic. Thankfully I had absolutely no issues with anxiety this time around, which could be from the Hydroxizine (the doc said it had “calming properties”) but also because I really put my mind to believing everything was fine, the medicine was helping me, and if I let panic/anxiety keep me from taking it, I could be stuck with a bacterial infection much longer than necessary. That seemed to work. 🙂
I finished the antibiotics last night and am happy to say that I am feeling wonderful. The thing about antibiotics is that when they are needed, they are like magic. When I started taking them, I was *immediately* better. Not gradually — IMMEDIATELY. I hate having to take them, but I am so grateful that they were available to me and made me feel better. I think about people in the third world who don’t have clean water and fresh food all the time, and how when they get sick with something like I had, they probably die from dehydration. It’s saddening and humbling and makes me remember that despite being sick for two weeks, I am grateful and blessed.
Have a wonderful Memorial Day and take time today to remember our fallen heroes.