Monday I saw the doc. He gave me Levaquin and cough syrup. The Levaquin costs thirteen freaking dollars per pill; at least I can tell it's working, because my cough has gotten somewhat better in the past couple of days.
I had planned to go to work tonight; but when I got up around 6, I felt dizzy and weak again, and after sitting on the sofa for a little while, when I tried to get up, I fell back onto the sofa.
Every antibiotic I've had since this started--and the Levaquin makes four, now--with the exception of the Amoxicillin, has done this: start taking it, and 48 hours later, dizzy! And the dizziness has gotten worse since 6 PM, too. The nurse told me to stop the Keflex, but there's no way in hell I was going to stop the Zithromax when it cost around $7 per tablet, and I sure as hell am not stopping the Levaquin when it costs twice that. Cripes!
As for the tests, they took blood, urine, chest X-rays, and an EKG, and we'll see what those turn up.
I'm trying to remember the last time I took four different antibiotics in three weeks, and I only come up with two occasions.
When I was still a little kid, I got some kind of infection in my right knee which laid me up for a couple of weeks. I don't know if it was a spider bite or what, but I seem to remember being sick on my actual birthday. Or it might have been in the summertime; I'm not really sure. Anyway I was on a couple of antibiotics and unable to do anything outside.
When I was 12, in 7th grade, I had a powerfully bad ear infection. It struck a couple of weeks or so before Christmas vacation, and I was taking antibiotics and stuck at home the entire time. I recall being upset because I was going to be out of school on the last day of school, and I thought that meant I wouldn't be able to go outside during the entire Christmas break, even if I did get better. I don't remember how long it took me to get better. I do remember being given a spoonful of some kind of cough syrup with morphine in it, which was the most powerfully bad-tasting cough syrup I have ever ingested, bar none. (It had to be. Morphine is addictive.) The ear hurt that much. To put it delicately, it sucked.
But I'm not sure how those illnesses stack up against this one. A seemingly innocuous URI that knocks me on my kiester for three weeks--that's got to be some kind of record for me.
I'm really worried about my long-term work prospects, but I can't work if I can't even get off the sofa without falling down, damn it. And I won't get better if I don't take the antibiotics, so that's a non-starter. What the hell am I supposed to do?
Still, today I felt better than I've felt in three weeks. Every day I have had a little more energy; now it's a matter of getting my endurance back. The walk into the doctor's office winded me on Monday; on Tuesday it was a little less exhausting. I'm hoping this trend continues.