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i have a sinus infection. i have the sneaking suspicion that i've had it for a while, but i tried to deny it. i have been sick off and on and off and on and quite miserable. they run in my family; my dad suffered them for years before his body miraculously developed some sort of immunity to them. i've been plagued with them more often than is pleasant for a while now, too.

i hate allopathic medicine and doctors and most all of what they stand for and perpetuate, but i finally had to break down (after diligent use of my neti pot, all manner of vitamins, herbs, holistic and homeopathic treatments, and torturing everyone around me with twice daily consumption of raw garlic), admit that my body wasn't going to take care of itself this time, and go get an antibiotic. since i'm allergic to penicillin, i normally end up being prescribed strange and frightening synthetic antibiotics. no exception this time. mysterious, mutant, resistant strains of sinus infections require mysterious, mutant, liver threatening antibiotics, i guess.

naturally, i go straight to the internets and dutifully start looking up all the scary side-effects, and almost talk my self out of taking them at all. but of course it is too late because i was so miserable and in so much pain that i popped the first dose on the way home from the doctor's office, and i should really finish the course.

just let me know if you start to see the whites of my eyes yellowing, okay?

m

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Anonymous said…
ok :S

hope you feel better soon.

z
8:21 am
Murph said…
See, this is a good thing, you will be healthier and stronger than you remember, maybe... (I just got off of a 25 day round of Kevlex at 2000 mg per day, sort of gets ya a little high if you mix it with alcohol).

Taking care of oneself can be a good thing. (I say as I look at the healing mass of my post gangrinous toe;)

Hope you feel better.
3:56 pm
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