The continue week has been almost a full loss.
I had four days not upon and slept for most of it. Thursday, I had to power to the doctor and have fiery fellow drawn. Saturday, we went to symbol out the venue for the narrative dinner. Both of those activities killed me.
However, subsequent four full days of the hated Flagyl, I have the consciousness of being like a different person. I’m serene having awful diarrhea, but the cramping is for the greatest part gone and I have a brief bit of energy. I woke up in front of my alarm this morning, and didn’t causeless about not being able to be heedless for another 12 hours. So that is HUGE. And I’m simply moderately nauseous, which is such a discourse.
The doctor thinks that I take a C. diff infection rather than a orally transmitted flare, and that’s what he medicated me with a view to. We’re waiting for the passion work and stool sample results to come back. I really hope that it’s righteous an infection, because I desperately shortness to avoid steroids.
I was just title for Humira on Friday, but he told me not to take it as it won’t work if you hold something else going on. That and the fact that I have been cramping in the appear gloomy left quadrant (which is very infrequent for me) was what led him to credit that it’s an infection. When I took the Humira sum of ~ units weeks ago, it really didn’t perform a dent. Normally I perceive better within 24-36 hours of the injecting.
I am actually laughing at a chimera of myself, on hands and knees, praying in opposition to an infection. Totally ridiculous, yet I need to go with it.
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I’d escaped the rush at home and had gone while far away as possible.