When I got to Texas on Friday morning, I told
On Saturday morning we want to the 'Doc In A Box' (as tavalon calls it) and the Dr. confirmed tavalon's diagnosis and gave me a prescription for a topical and an ingestible antibiotic. Since I am Allergic to Cillians (and most likely the Mycins) I was given a Sulphur based antibiotic (My sister is allergic to the Sulphurs).
I know I am allergic to the Cillians because about 10 years ago I was sick and given Amoxicillin to clear it up. After taking it for a week I noticed what I thought were little bug bites all over my arm. The 'bites' grew larger and itchier and I called my Dr. the next day. He told me to stop taking the Amoxicillin (too late last dose was the previous night) and he gave me a prescription for Prednisone. It got worse long before it started to get better. Within two days my body was one giant, red, hot, itchy splotch. I never want to repeat that experience.
We assume I am allergic to the Mycins because when I had my tonsils out I was givin a low dosage. After a few days some itchy spots began on my arm. tavalon had me stop taking it and called the Dr. Thankly this went away quickly, without getting worse.
So now I am all paranoid. The Sulpurs have been giving me a headache, nausea, and feeling of restlessness (like I am on uppers). Yogurt has seemed to help the nausea. But I have become very paranoid. I got plenty of sleep last night but was still tired this morning. Maybe my throat is swelling from the medication and my sleep apnea has kicked back in. I looked in the mirror and of course it looked swollen (where was the back of my throat before?). Every itch makes me worry that I am coming down with a rash. Today both my shoulders were red and splotchy, am I getting hives or was I just stupid and wore my new Mr. Happy Crack t-shirt without washing it (I changed since then and am not itchy now, I will look for redness in about an hour)?
Arrrrg, I hate this 'once bitten, twice shy' crap. I am sure the restless amphetamine-like state is contributing to my paranoia. My arms better not be red in an hour