What the frack?! First wisdom teeth, then infection, now a rash? What next, frogs and locusts?
My first two thoughts were bedbugs (my biggest NYC-related fear, more than crime or terrorist attack, is getting bedbugs) or chicken pox (never had 'em, so when they come, it'll be terrible), but I didn't feel itchy or achey, so, seriously, what the frack?
When my doctor was finally able to see me, she figured it out in about a minute: allergic reaction to penicillin.
Which, truth be told, isn't so bad. A little confusing, because I only got the rash after I stopped taking antibiotics, but it's more of a harmless oddity when compared to the never-ending pain in my jaw.
She had some bad news, though: the rash was still in its early stages, and if it got worse and spread to my throat (ugh), I'd have difficulty breathing and should go to the emergency room ASAP to prevent death.
I guess when you've gotta heighten the ordeal, you go from pain to more pain to death, right? Thankfully, though, I've been OK... so far, and the rash has spread to my legs instead of my precious, precious insides.
But now I'm dreading falling asleep and waking up to the next plague.
1 comment:
Oh dear! Add Benadryl to the list of your new pharmaceutical friends.
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