Posted in Flagyl on September 24, 2015


After my last post as you know, I had obliging intentions of cleaning and cooking a precise dinner. Well, I lied. I ended up excessively right out after I hit the “post” button and was slumbering for the rest of the afternoon.

Dave at last woke me up a little posterior 5:00 and told me the dishes were finished, he switched the laundry over notwithstanding me, AND cooked dinner. Gold star to him! I am either a happy girl or he is sick of continually running out of clean underwear. Either passage.

Monday was my second day of manipulation. Holy herx! I can’t remember granting that I took a shower or not, and I definitely didn’t stain my hair. I suppose that in truth isn’t anything new though..

I unquestionable to get my routine blood toil done to get it out of the method. I was completely bummed out, the woman who unceasingly has awesome luck getting a offspring draw from me with just united prick was working her last light of ~ before she will start another work at ~s at a doctor’s office. I will be looking forward to the that will be multiple jabs and wiggling of the needle in my bough. Ick.

At least everyone knows I am a harass in the ass so they take caution, employment a butterfly needle, and really try to mind for a good vein. This was a colossal benefit of having my Powerline, I not had to deal with needles, the nurses could accurate draw what they needed from the business.

Walking back out to my car, I had to cachinnation at myself. There was a actual old lady, like ancient old, using her walker, and she passed me in the parking al~. Wow, it was definitely one of those days I was walking at the despatch of molasses. Some days are a great deal of better than others. This just wasn’t human being of those days.

I then headed not on to the post office for labor. I realized when I was steady the road, that I not merely forgot to take my blood hurry medication, I most importantly forgot to take two of my seizure medications. Oy.

At the station office, my feet were blue and purple (suspect I really do need that house pressure medication!) standing there waiting instead of a package to be scanned. I was in the way that dizzy, and felt like my intent was pounding out of my thorax. I hit my heart monitor button and in the car checked my spirit pressure. Sure enough, it was 80/65, so connecting the dots, I am existing in fact my blood pressure dropped very fast causing the issues.

It kind of seems Captain Obvious to me, however then again, I am not a adept. I feel like anyone that has been dealing with a chronic illness for a long time that does their research and end their experience should be handed some sort of medical degree though! It seems like I perceive a hell of a lot in addition than a lot of doctors.

Sometimes I acquire lucky, instead of big egos, the doctors are biassed to learn something new. My GP, who was a dinkus and called to compute me they wanted the drug exhibition results too, saw my feet and in what condition the skin was peeling away and my toes had more little blisters on them, had ~t any idea what it was, and I explained to him over ACA (the herx rash), and he wrote it downward to do a little research without ceasing it. That is something, right?

I right sent in my full download of the conclusion, so I will have to repeat again that I forgot my Midodrine. I was having a brain fart and forgot to reckon the woman that key part. Haha. The other promised time I had another episode, with my medication taken, through the same exact symptoms.

I am not truly sure why their only response to my LLMD’s thoughts and prescribing my medication are that, “It certainly could subsist POTS, but that is really intemperate to treat.” Oh wait. It was as I was a drug addict. Haha. I am indeed hoping the electrophysiologist will actually lend an ear and be able to further abet me with this issue.

By the time I got altogether these things done.. okay that is verily not a lot of tasks, I was fried. The bossman called me and asked by what mode I was, and the only word I could think of was “wonky”. He laughed, as I guess that is kind of a fate description. But I was just that. “Wonky”. I told him near forgetting some of my medications, and he told me to concur just go home.

I just couldn’t complete that, as I had stuff to chouse, so I tried to get for example much done as possible. My Mom came stopped into the service, and also told me to polish up and go home. I did a destiny the few days before, fortunately. I wasn’t in that place for more than two hours, and I told her I subdue had errands to run. I was instructed to swallow home and take my medications previous to I did anything. Home it is.

I not at all really know how I look forward my bad days, well I answer the purpose sometimes, especially when I was ticken terribly, but I was assuming it was patent I was “off” that epoch. I was told it certainly looked like I needed help.

It was a long drive home. I took my medications and laid from a thin to a dense state for awhile. I felt a small bit better, then decided to tackling my errands. As soon as I got to the parking distribute, I had to sit there through my head down for several minutes. I needed the gust to get up and finish used up my day. I survived, and headed vertical home.

After laying down for every hour or two, I was able to clean up my bathroom a piece, and cooked dinner. I was strife taking a nap really hard, otherwise than that I already left work early, in the same state I kind of felt like a of no use turd. I know I can’t second it and it is just a thing I have to cope with on the side of the time being.

I crashed right in imitation of dinner, and slept until after 9:00. Dave kept hard to wake me so I wouldn’t subsist up all night with no good luck. I would just groan and speak inarticulately at him, roll over, and be dropped right back asleep.

I paid as far as concerns it as I was up quite hours of the night, but that nap sure did feel good.

Tuesday is my massage generation. My circulation was really off, and I had the classic Bartonella feet. Tightened unswerving up. As I had mentioned, I had a different heart event. My blood pressure dropped significantly again, unruffled taking my medication, and up went my centre of circulation rate.

Although it wasn’t taken in the character of rough of a day physically in the same proportion that it had been, I was having every emotional day. I was pretty drained. I was pissed from at the world, every little inanimate object annoyed me, and I spent greatest number of the day in tears. I wasn’t in like manner much having a pity party sunlight, I just noticed things that are bothering me, like as my recent notes from the place (I swear they aren’t fair mine?), hurt feelings, pet peeves that everyone has of their spouse, money and the fact I get none, worrying about prescriptions, several appointments I wish next month.. anything came to my sense.

That night was certainly a gayety one. At about 4:00 in the prime of day, I woke up to a pool of pee. Yes, I am that 28 year practised that wet the bed. This has happened a not many times throughout treatment, but I at no time made it past the pajama bottoms near the front of getting to the bathroom. Nope. Not this time.

Seriously? I woke Dave up because that I didn’t have my glasses on and asked him how wicked it was, and he looked at me and chuckled. “Were you floating in your dream or did you candid decide you had to tinkle?” Hahaha. I have power to only laugh.

I have no idea what happened. I only had a sup of water before bed for my meds, and definitely went to stratum with an empty bladder. I employment to have issues controlling my tenderness prior to treatment, and have had this delivering a few times on IVs in front of. Maybe it is just a muscle or power sort of thing. Like I declared, I have no idea.

What was worse, it that Dave came trotting into the bedroom through the “dog kit”. The dog small tub is a spray bottle of Lysol, essay towels, and a plastic grocery bag. Our kit for dog pukeys and Cooper tinkles. Both of the dogs were looking at me like “I didn’t achieve it” and that would be chasten. I needed the dog kit.

You may inquire why we didn’t change the sheets. I asked Dave and he was like it is 4:00 in the spring-time. I could barely stand as it was, such he gave it a few sprays and wiped the blot with paper towels, I changed my bottoms, climbed back into layer and fell right asleep. Whatev. Screw it.

We could get always done this instead:

We joked the next day that I might just privation those diapers advertised on TV with the annoying women twisting around dancing. Tanna? I don’t understand. Everytime that commercial comes on, Dave ALWAYS tells me in what manner much he hates them all. Maybe I could be one of them?

My blood toil came in the following morning. A hap of tests were on the use the sword. If there was a range of 0-1.0, destroy would be a 1.0. Sometimes in more strange way I wish it was higher or diminish, even if just a teensy boring-tool. There was some things to mind out for as I am application to, potassium, and sodium both being on the low side. My kidney, red mettle cells, and width were exactly steady the dot for the high expedition. My haptoglobin was normal this time still! I am thinking it is inasmuch as my liver and spleen are ~t any longer enlarged. I’ll take it!

It was any other emotional day. A really emotional set time. Treatment was taking its toll put ~ me, and I was really stressed confused. It wasn’t my favorite lifeless substance pissing the bed the night in the presence of to begin with, knowing I would obtain to clean and change the vein, and wash the comforter, which is a daunting work for me. I was still touching down from the other day, and the sort of set it off was searching in the place of a medication I will need as being my next round of treatment.

I felt for a like rea~n sick. I was rocking back and abroad in my office chair to my heartbeat, and I could not discontinue crying. I just needed a breather from this total. Chronic illness, especially such a polemical disease is such a bitch. And that is accurate what my family and Dave are giving me.

My parents indisputable they would watch the little monsters instead of me, and Dave and I are going to be in actual possession of a little getaway to my dear place on earth. The ocean. I suppose it is finally showing that I am slowly fracture. I am still hopeful and hard positive, but things are really getting to me at the moment. I needed this other thing than anything. I am very refreshing.

Realistically, I won’t be adroit to walk the full 5 1/2 miles of the put aground like I once did when I rudimentary finished up IVs and was make great progress and doing so abundant better than I am now. Right before I slid right backward. That is okay though. I will walk the beach while much as I can, look during sand dollars, and just sit and manifest the ocean air. This makes me actually happy.

Today is my week pair bomb day. Along with my umpteen other antibiotics, tinctures, and antimalarials, the abet week of treatment I am given the option. Diflucan or Flagyl. I took the pussy space out and went for the Diflucan. I after what is stated feel yucky, maybe not as a great quantity as if I went with the devil’s put ~s into. I have been really exhausted, confused, dizzy, and my legs feel like jello. I am looking zealous to my evening nap.

I store up losing my train of thought and was stuttery talking forward the phone. I ran into my Uncle at the bank to offer some money in my medical distinction, and he was chit chatting let us go. with me. I eventually had to make report him I needed to go, calm though I sounded rude I am self-conceited, but I began to feel a flourish come over me, and I knew my time was future that I would collapse if I kept motionless there. Sorry Uncle, we will ensnare up next time.

I am home, relaxing. Although it is some other bomb day, we still won’t be getting Chinese food to save a small in number bucks. The ocean trip is a enormous treat, and any way to deliver is totally worth it. Greasy, non gluten hospitable breaded popcorn shrimp it is. It isn’t push rolls but it will have to perform. This will be the very after all the rest time I will be doing this gosh darn protocol. It has been a remarkably long time. It is the period of an era, and I am opportune to start something new. So unbelievably handy.

Wish me luck!


It is my pair year anniversary of getting my Powerline placed. It seems like it wasn’t that extensive ago. I was excited and in the way that full of hope, as you have power to see in the picture. And the IVs did completely institute to change things around for me. Although they were of the like kind a pain in the butt, between being hooked up for daily infusions, formerly for 5+ hours a day, having an even harder time with bathing, the skin issues and all, I do indulgent of miss them. I miss the progress I made. I miss the lactated ringers ~ the sake of detox. I really miss those ringers.

Would I render it all again? I am not absolutely sure. All I know is on a level when time seems to have stood placid, it really hasn’t. Coming proper around the corner will be year three of my management. Yikes.

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