Current mood:
adventurous Category: Life
Firstly, I'd like to apologize to anyone that has had any sort of odd contact from me since approximately February 9, 2009.
I have been sick off and on for approximately 2 months. I figured that it was just a recurring cold or some nagging sinus infection I just couldn't kick. So, on February 9, I went to see a doctor. I hate doctors.
Doc decided that I had walking pneumonia. Yay. And prescribed Levaquin, prednisone and albuterol (which geeks you up on a good day).
Fine. I can handle a few prescription antibiotics, and although I really hate taking prednisone, I realize sometimes it is necessary, but the last time I took it, all I had was hot flashes and a bad attitude.
Hoo boy was I wrong.
To begin, Levaquin and prednisone are contraindicated. (Meaning you probably shouldn't be taking them together. Crap.)
But trying to be a good patient, I took my pills and just shut up about the nausea and it's accompanying wretchedness.
Until Tuesday night. When I had the psychological equivalent of a nuclear meltdown. While watching NCIS (WTF?). And crying and being generally apeshit. Even that I just dismissed as being sick and scared. Then came the horrible thoughts.
I choose not to share those. They were a little scary. Some people heard some of it. I tell them now, that was the least scary part. It got much worse in my head.
And then lo and behold, the hallucinations began. Oh yes, it was a bad acid trip in my head. I had many imaginary conversations with people, "remembered" things I've never done, had a little bit of a monsters under the bed moment. . . It goes on and on. In fact, today I'm "remembering" conversations that I know I have not actually had, with anyone.
I fairly notorious for having an active imagination and a touch of the crazy, but this was beyond my wildest dreams.
I realize I had been wandering about in some sort of drug fueled haze reminscent of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Fuck me, that was pretty high on the not fun times list.
Therefore, the moral of all this backstory it that if at anytime in the last 10 days I have contacted you and said or did anything that was stranger than my usual oddness, I apologize. I'm still having a hell of a time sorting out what actually happened, from what I think happened.
I got home from work today and decided to do a little research on my lingering sense of not-well-being, and found that there are a lot of other people that have had far worse responses than mine, including terrible allergic reactions and injured tendons and all sorts of horrid things. However, hallucinations, psychotic episodes and mood swings of epic proportions (did I forget to mention those?) seem to be fairly common. Wow.
Again, sorry for any inconvenience of the bonkers variety. I think I'm better. Still have a pretty persisent cough, but I think I'll take the cough over the evil drugs.
Thanks, though.
Never.
Freaking.
Again. (I do NOT need any assistance in the crazy department.)
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