I'm still recovering from my lung infection last month, or maybe it's more accurate to say I'm recovering from the side effects of the antibiotic, Amoxicillin Clav 875 - 125mg, which I took for 7 days, twice a day. It has turned into a case where the cure is worse than the illness. Yes, it did work to clear up the lung infection. But it totally wrecked my digestive tract, and two weeks later, it has been quite severe. I' have felt like a dying dog that needs to be put out of its misery since then, and Friday morning it was at its worst, so far. I can't recall side effects this severe ever before. I woke up at 0230 in extreme pain and came within an inch of calling for an ambulance. The last time I felt pain like that was when I had a perforated ulcer in high school from drinking. I nearly died that time, from internal bleeding. This felt as bad, seemingly. I got up, struggled into the kitchen, and got a glass of milk, which helped slowly. after an hour or so it had let up some. I was having no fun at all, so I did a breathing treatment. That helped a little too. Then, after another bathroom bout, I drank some more milk. Then it subsided, and by 0600 I was able to go back to bed. I have been almost completely unable to eat for days and have eaten little over the last week. This morning, a whole day later, it seems much better, like it is finally going away. I hope.
What an ordeal! I do need to lose a little ground pressure, but this is the hard way. I still don't feel like eating, but I had some oatmeal last night, with milk and butter, and it stayed down. So, hopefully I am able to move on now. Good. I'm exhausted. I have laid up in the bed or bathroom until I am weak and weary. I will have to force myself to eat something today, probably a sandwich, maybe.
Last fall when I had the cellulitis in my bad leg, I had severe side effects with that med too - Cipro. That one was also bad. With a capitol B. I was dizzy, nauseous, sick at my stomach, on a whole new level. It worked very well to clear up the cellulitis, but it really was no fun at all.
In my younger days, I never had these issues. But I sure do now. So, I really dread getting another lung infection any time soon, but worse, I dread any issue where I have to take antibiotics. For whatever reasons, for me, they seem to have become a cure that's worse than the illness.
I feel like a rag doll lying in a bar ditch, ruined. No, really. It seems like it is going to be harder to come back from the med than the infection. The experience has drained me, and I mean that literally.