Much of yesterday’s late morning and early afternoon was spent on the couch writing that retrospective rant, “One Year Ago Today.” (Thank you all so very much for reading it and for your kind and generous comments!)
I was reluctant to mention this at the time, because it’s always freakin something with me, isn’t it? ...but my early morning was spent at the GP’s and the local Pharmacy!
“Yes," again and “No,” it wasn’t the PMR, GCA, Neuropathy or the knee! (Oh! ...the knee is feeling pretty damn good since Monday’s aspiration and injection!)
Yesterday’s GP visit was of a more urgent nature, as I had been self treating, what I believed might be an oncoming UTI. You know the drill; drink lots of water & cranberry juice, take probiotics, extra Vit-C… I thought I had it at bay, until I woke up yesterday morning and “OH BOY,” it was NOT at bay!
The Doc confirmed, a full fledged, bona fide, raging UTI. A quick trip to the pharmacy to pick up something called Macrobid® and I’d be good to go… right?
Wrong! OMG! What is this poisonous venom, in the pretty blue and yellow capsule?
About an hour after I took the first dose, my face and chest became hot and flushed. It felt like I had a fever, but I didn’t. I developed a ridiculous headache and the back of my neck and shoulders were killing me! (Are you freaking kidding me?) I was overcome with exhaustion (like in the early days of PMR & GCA!) and could do nothing, but lay on the couch.
As the afternoon wore on, I became more lethargic and just laid there, like a log, watching the late afternoon sun, change the way everything in the living room looked and felt. It was like a not so good acid trip! I realised around 6:00 (after I had been laying there, motionless, for about 3 hours) that this was EXACTLY how I had spent November 13th, 2017!!!
Deja f**king vu!
Seriously… me, the couch, my “sick” duvet, the headache, the feeling like crap, watching the light in the rom change; between moments of consciousness and moments of drowsiness.
Was this a reminder? A test? A warning? Had I somehow manifested this recurring nightmare?
Don't you think it odd that two days, exactly one year apart, could be so exactly the same? Maybe the Macrobid brought it on, but it's true, it happened.
Mamici's Believe It or Not!
PS - I went to bed immediately after taking the second dose, so no harm no foul. ...but wish me luck, as I’m getting ready to take my third dose of this poison cure from hell! 🤞🏼