A matter of trust turns into mayhem …
I may be a bit too trusting. And it is costing me my health.
Call me high on the “faith” quotient. I believe I am guided in faith. That there are no accidents and that, no matter what, all is well. It is my mantra. I take risks. I believe. I place trust in people.
So, when I became ill last Monday and went in to see my urologist about an infection, I TRUSTED that the medicine he put me on would take care of the infection and life goes on. I am sure I presented textbook UTI to him. All the usual symptoms … dipstick and sure enough - small, but there. I had to see doc on call as office was closed. Get a script, get it filled and start the healing process.
Not that easy this time.
Turns out the Macrobid he prescribed has made me sicker than the infection. Pain went away in a day, but the lingering after effects have tossed me on my butt - big time. Anyone who saw me on the Q this morning can tell ya - not my usual smooth self. I stuttered horribly in the beginning. My gut was in a tailspin. I smiled. I chopped and minced. I am a professional.
We look to drugs to help us and, for the most part, they DO. This time, I have three pills left that I am not taking and I am not understandably ill on, of course, a weekend. Everything located in between the collarbone and the tops of my legs ACHES. I am nauseous, bloated and very, very tired. From an antibiotic???? I could barely lift my head off the pillow yesterday.
So, I googled it - MACROBID. Turns out I had the generic version. My word - very few nice things to say about this drug. Making a lot of people sick. Funny that Andy’s mom had the same infection last week, put on same drug, NO side effects.
Feeling this bad once again puts life in perspective. I have ZERO energy. I feel like it could all end today and it would be OK. Yep, THAT bad. Not going to ER because I have no fever. I can breathe.
ACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Andy is at the farm alone. I am missing the raccoon captures that carry on. That would be 3 now. Something got in and ate all 40 ears of our corn two nights ago.
Thinking maybe we bait with Macrobid?????????
Posted in From my heart
September 1st, 2008 at 9:23 am
So sorry to hear about your problems. Yes, sometimes the cure is worse than the problem. Make sure you call your doctor first thing Tuesday morning and don’t take their no for an answer. You need to get this right. Also, I am praying that the meds are helping your little furry one and she gets better soon as well. Take care.