This staph infection sucks in a bizarre way. It’s relatively healed but of course I need to keep taking antibiotics. I won’t finish the full course, and I never do. My doctors are okay with it at this point given how horrendously they impact my body. I wasn’t able to go get blood work done today because the man delivering my wheelchair had a fever, so he moved my appointment to Wednesday. I need the chair to get to the lab, therefore, no blood work.
In any event, the blood work is for the allergist, and until that is done, antibiotics and I are still not on great terms. Of course, infections and I don’t get along so well either. He had explained that my body may be hypersensitive in general, and any infection, certain drugs, and certain foods and drinks, can all trigger allergic type responses. The idea makes total sense to me, given that I’ve told nurses for years, “I’m allergic to nothing and everything,” to explain random bouts of hives. It just sucks that Tylenol does nothing for any of my pain, and is now the only acceptable pain reliever per the allergies.
Yes, the doctors did okay the discontinuation of antibiotics early, if my symptoms had resolved. No, I’m not lying.
There is a valid reason for this aside from the allergy issue…antibiotics just make me really really sick. I’ve had suspected C. diff on more than one occasion, and after weeks of constipation, I am officially no longer backed up, courtesy of the Keflex. Of course any antibiotic can cause diarrhea. They treated me for C. diff once, without culturing me, and it resolved, but I hadn’t finished those antibiotics either due to an allergic reaction. Why not get tested to see if it’s hanging out in my gut? First off, you have to have diarrhea to have the test done. (You can only provide a liquid sample. No solids at all or the test can’t be done.) Secondly, I don’t want to be put into isolation for-freaking-ever.
I’m not explaining to anyone who ever visits me in the hospital, that I’m in a gown and whatnot room, because I’ve got C. diff just hanging out in my bum.
Yes, I know it isn’t that dramatic, but please. I have so much going on, I don’t need that added to it. The antibiotics have somehow increased my bowel movements, but decreased my appetite. I think the low grade fever and nausea is probably to blame. As much as I need the wheelchair as soon as possible, I’m also dreading it. There is something about a power chair, that for me, seems so much more dire. I see someone in a manual chair, even if it has some sort of power assist, and I figure they’re okay. I see the power chair, and my mind just goes straight to sickly things. I feel weird that testing showed that as the best option, even though I know with my hyperactive reflexes and ataxia that it makes sense. I guess I’m just insecure.
Now to go and walk the dogs with a fever, the shakes, and dehydration. I did manage to drink some of a cherry slush, and eat some tots to provide my body with some needed salt, but I simply don’t feel like waiting for an elevator and going down 24 floors. This move can’t come soon enough. The idea of being just 2 floors up, and better yet, not being in a city with the rats, cockroaches, and hepatitis A outbreak. The rat realization was new, and while I love them as pets, the ones that live on the streets definitely harbor disease. It’ll be nice removing that element from my daily struggle.
It’s hard explaining to people who think you look like you’re doing well, just how much effort it takes to put on that facade.