Last Thursday, I woke up at three in the morning with abdominal pain. Convincing myself it was nothing–I do this all the time–I went back to sleep.
At seven, the pain was worse. I reluctantly decided I had to visit the ER. Last time I did that was for kidney stones when I was forty, so it’s been a while. After dropping off Suki with a trusted neighbor, I drove to the hospital I’d bitched about only two weeks ago and checked in. No way could I drive all the way to Fort Myers, to the “good” hospital. If it turned out to be serious, I’d wrangle a transfer.
I was actually dealt with efficiently. I asked questions, they answered them, and the ER doc did pretty well until he told me what he was prescribing and said, “No side effects.”
Uh, all drugs have side effects. Food has side effects. Life has side effects. You get the point.
Instantly, I decided he was a fool, but I thanked him politely, said goodbye to the nurse, and on the way out, apologized to the triage person I’d been so nasty to when I first arrived. She gave me a hug.
I drove straight to the pharmacy and pleaded for them to hurry; I could barely stand at this point, the pain was so bad. UTIs are no picnic (look it up if you need to). Anyone can get them, and they hurt like a son of a bitch. Also, this was my second day of major discomfort; I’d ignored the symptoms the day before.
I got the Cipro for free; R speculated pharmacies all over the country received stock from the government during the big anthrax scare a while back, and now they’re trying to off-load the stuff before it becomes too old to use. The second drug–the one that turns your pee neon orange–cost me $16.
No side effects, my ass! I read the lengthy list provided on the yellow literature that came with the prescription and paled. Possible tendinitis? Permanent nerve damage? Oh yeah, death was in there, too.
I was supposed to take 500mg twice a day for ten days. After the first day, which kicked my ass so hard, I slept through it, I visited the Mayo Clinic site and did some research. Then I talked to a neighbor who’s a retired nurse.
What no one bothered to ask me about was my diet. I haven’t eaten anything with legs in about thirty-five years, which means I haven’t ingested the antibiotic-laced meat nearly everyone else in the country has. Also, I’ve been drinking mostly well water or filtered water for decades, so I’m not picking up much in the city water either.
The nurse instantly realized the impact that would have on the amount of antibiotics I was prescribed and okayed cutting the dose. I’ve managed to keep taking it with minimal side effects so far, and the pain is gone.
Ugh. So sick of it already though. There’s a funny taste in my mouth sometimes, and my guts don’t act as expected. I’m sticking close to home, resting a lot, reading, and streaming Netflix or Prime. I haven’t had this kind of time off in ages; it’s a shame I had to get sick to give myself permission to enjoy being lazy.
Have a great week! Hope to be back here Friday.