I am going to be sure not to think it couldn't get any worse, since last time that thought popped into my mind, I woke up with hives all over my arms, back and legs. It got worse while waiting for the doctor to access my skin (originally for candida) and worsened for five days before the doc saw it. (Past tense does not mean it is gone yet!)
He immediately said it was not candida, but allergic reaction to NSAIDS, which I have been taking more and more for a few years here now. One doesn't realize how much one depends on advil, asprin, and ibuprofen until said entities are taken away from one.
Not fair! Now the pain is worse, but the rash remains!! When will it end? Why have you left me here all alone? Who will abandon me next?
Pity party here, no other life. Yesh, I am the life of the pity party~ Too bad I can't drink with these useless meds. At least then I could forget.
Three more drugs administered, and I say, "Three strikes: Rx, you're OUT!" I think other than the antihistamine I am going to take nothing other than Univera from now on. Tramadol is allowed, but helps not, as doesn't Tylenol. Hmm guess, the 'ol's are out.
And the poor dog.. It gives me very bad smelling windy pops. More like toxic gas emissions. The dog, ah, yes, well, there is a whole nuther story. I got as far as typing up an ad on Craigslist, "Maltipoo up for adoption" but couldn't upload a photo; then he got on his good behavior as if he knew I was thinking of giving him away to a nice, unsuspecting old lady who might be in need of companionship.
Another thing about these new scripts ~ they yield quite vivid dreams... Mostly about the mess downstairs (no, it is not yet cleared up, thrown out, gone through) trailing from room to room, across every vacant counter and piece of furniture originally designed for the reclining of human bodies.
The above, yes this, and more is what you might call the symptoms of withdrawl from Mummi swimming, or the side effects of Mummi obeying the doctors. You can think what you will. Bottom line ~ not anything good about any of it.
All in all, were it not for some very dear friends who are pursuing my soul in prayer three times a week over the phone, I would probably have given up long ago. Praise to you, Lord Christ.
