Hi folks -- I haven't been around much, and I have been feeling really good lately. Minimal to no HA for maybe 4 months or so. Unfortunately I contracted a UTI, which shouldn't be a big deal, but I am allergic to many antibiotics. Luckily I have never had a terrible reaction, but I often get things like terrible prickling behind my knees (sulfa) or a rash on day 14 of the treatment (penicillin). The Dr put me on Cipro yesterday, and I found myself googling and was reminded that it can cause ruptured tendons. I was on another drug in that class a few years ago and got the funniest bumps on my pinky (I am not kidding) and later did have a tendon herniate through a muscle in my lower leg -- although its connection to the medicine is not clear.
Anyway, I made myself take the medicine immediately, and later that night after all my googling about ruptured tendons I was in a state. I went upstairs to change and noticed a rash on my thighs on both legs. Not a terrible one, and I had noticed some bumps there before, but it was definitely noticeable. I then was sure my tongue was swelling and my throat was prickly and I went into a 2 hour long panic attack, where I wasn't sure if I was having a severe reaction or just a panic attack. You know the feeling. Is this real, or is it Memorex, ha ha.
So, today I went back to the Dr. and he put me on the last drug available for what I have. So I alternate between worrying about having a terrible reaction, and there not being any antibiotics available to fight this thing (or anything else in the future.). I also worry that most of these drugs I am not truly allergic to and that there have been confounding factors and my own hyperchondria that have made me think I have them. So you see, I have all the worry bases covered.
I did ask for some ativan and he gave it to me, so I may take it tonight. To compound matters it is my sons 6th birthday and I am so afraid I am going to ruin it by either being a self-involved mess, or by being carted away in an ambulence due to anaphlactic shock!
And that is my sad story. Any words or support? I could sure use them.