Virus+transplant rejection
Dec. 16th, 2009 04:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kestrellI started the new cycle of Prednisone and antibiotics yesterday but, while the inflammation around the eye began to clear up almost immediately, there was no effect on the sweats or the headache (it's actually eye pain but I experience it as a headache focused approximately behind the brow bone of my right eye), and I woke up at 12:30 a.m. this morning and was unable to get back to sleep with the headache, although I kept popping Ibuprofen. After Alex left for work, the headache seemed to get worse and I started to lose my voice, which made trying to contact my GP kind of challenging (my eye surgeon has gone on vacation, and is in Burlington, and she said for any furhter issues I should contact my GP).
It was about this time that I realized that the level of eye pain was beginning to bring back memories of my glaucoma days. It wasn't quite as bad as an acute angle glaucoma episode but, short of having blunt iron spikes driven into your forebrain through your eye sockets, what is? So I made the decision to stop telling myself it wasn't that bad and went over to Urgent Care.
It was my lucky day: there was a floorshow of hyper preschooler boy children and their dads who were stepping up to do their best to keep the high-level explosives contained. We were there for about two hours and the floorshow never let up. I was also pretty impressed by the boy who kept doing something that made him go "Ow!" pause, and then do it again with the accompanying "Ow!" Yes, I feel certain that this child will grow up to be someone who says things like "I knew the gasoline fight had gone wrong when..."
So I got into triage and they initially tried to tell me that I should go to Burlington to see my surgeon, and I got to explain at volume 2 with occasional drops to 1 that she had gone on vacation, she told me if I had any issues to go to my GP, and what I didn't say was that I had no intention of spending 2 hours each way on the MBTA while in pain. More waiting, more doctors, more explaining about how my surgeon was pretty certain my symptoms were not part of a systemic infection, and I got a diagnosis of some sort of virus and a script for Vicodin plus a lecture about how the Prednisone seriously lowered my immune system and I should just stay home as long as I was on it. It's also no good for me to get the swine flu vaccine because my system is already working hard, but I should gthink about getting the next round in the spring. For sheer information and an amazingly consistent pleasant attitude, the Codman Square health clinic is pretty outstadning.
I came home, had a round of drugs, and am now going to try to find a zombie movie to stream on NetFlix (as far as I am concerned, a year's subscription to NetFlix justifies itself just for being around on those days when you're really too sick to even read). I don't even like zombie movies usually, but today I feel zombies are just my speed. Zombieland is not available on DVD yet but maybe Quarantine?
It was about this time that I realized that the level of eye pain was beginning to bring back memories of my glaucoma days. It wasn't quite as bad as an acute angle glaucoma episode but, short of having blunt iron spikes driven into your forebrain through your eye sockets, what is? So I made the decision to stop telling myself it wasn't that bad and went over to Urgent Care.
It was my lucky day: there was a floorshow of hyper preschooler boy children and their dads who were stepping up to do their best to keep the high-level explosives contained. We were there for about two hours and the floorshow never let up. I was also pretty impressed by the boy who kept doing something that made him go "Ow!" pause, and then do it again with the accompanying "Ow!" Yes, I feel certain that this child will grow up to be someone who says things like "I knew the gasoline fight had gone wrong when..."
So I got into triage and they initially tried to tell me that I should go to Burlington to see my surgeon, and I got to explain at volume 2 with occasional drops to 1 that she had gone on vacation, she told me if I had any issues to go to my GP, and what I didn't say was that I had no intention of spending 2 hours each way on the MBTA while in pain. More waiting, more doctors, more explaining about how my surgeon was pretty certain my symptoms were not part of a systemic infection, and I got a diagnosis of some sort of virus and a script for Vicodin plus a lecture about how the Prednisone seriously lowered my immune system and I should just stay home as long as I was on it. It's also no good for me to get the swine flu vaccine because my system is already working hard, but I should gthink about getting the next round in the spring. For sheer information and an amazingly consistent pleasant attitude, the Codman Square health clinic is pretty outstadning.
I came home, had a round of drugs, and am now going to try to find a zombie movie to stream on NetFlix (as far as I am concerned, a year's subscription to NetFlix justifies itself just for being around on those days when you're really too sick to even read). I don't even like zombie movies usually, but today I feel zombies are just my speed. Zombieland is not available on DVD yet but maybe Quarantine?
