It’s funny how the cure can sometimes be as bad as the ailment. I started taking the second antibiotic on Thursday and felt somewhat better on Friday – enough to accompany the husband to Pittsburgh. By Saturday morning it was clear something wasn’t working. My head was throbbing (sinus infection), my face was hot, the rest of me was cold, and I needed plenty of naps. Then sometime after the second antibiotic dose of the day, the stomach started to turn.
On our way to the city to meet his daughter, who was presenting at her first conference, I had to pull over. I felt slightly relieved, but that’s always short-lived. I couldn’t even think of eating at the restaurant (Eleven, which has an incredible menu). I was deteriorating and worse, I didn’t know why. Somewhere just before dessert, I asked to head to an ER. Luckily, Pittsburgh has any number of exceptional hospitals, so we were within quick commute of one.
Once there, they determined I wasn’t suffering anything beyond the medication’s side effects (and the sinus infection). I decided there would be no more of that second medication. If it’s not staying down, there’s no point. However, the doctors (except for the older, more sensible one) recommended I take anti-nausea pills and continue the antibiotic. Nothing doing. I don’t like taking medicines unless absolutely essential. The older doctor, also a minimalist, said if it were his decision, he wouldn’t take it, either.
Sad to have spent two days in my favorite place and not enjoy much of it. I was able to eat on Friday, though not much. I was feeling a little off then, too.
Yesterday when we got home, I went right to bed and slept. We had a light dinner, then an early bedtime.
Today I’m feeling well enough to finish my article. I’m about 90 percent, so there will be some lulls in my energy. That’s when I’ll crawl in bed and rest until I feel bored or guilty. Guilt is usually a sign for me that I’m well enough to get up. Boredom isn’t because who doesn’t get bored when they’re lying there sick with nothing to do but sleep and stare at the ceiling?
Was your weekend okay?