I am on my third antibiotic within 6 weeks. It sucks. From March 28th until about a week ago, I had an upper respiratory infection. The first antibiotic made me feel sicker, so they put me on another one that actually made me feel better. Isn't that what they're supposed to do? When I got home last night, I started getting the chills, then the shakes, and then the 102.7 degree fever set in. I glanced over at my child who was happily playing away in his bouncy seat and gumming his crinkly fishy, and I gave him a suspicious once over. I'm pretty sure that cough he landed right in my eyes the other day effectively spread his strep infection to me. So, the doctor put me on a z-pack. We'll see how my body tolerates this. As I sat in his office going over what antibiotics did what to me, it dawned on me that I was like a walking pharmaceutical guinea pig. It's an expensive past time.
I went to Wal-Mart after wolfing down lunch from KFC to pick up the prescription and some photos I had developed for Mother's Day. Fried chicken and mashed potatoes always do a body good. Do you think that I actually ONLY purchased what I went in to get? Of course not!!! I purused the pharmacy area and found some homeopathic remedies to add to my assault on my body. Then I had to stop and see what DVDs I couldn't live without. That resulted in "The Last Unicorn" resting in the crook of my arm. I'm blaming that purchase on the excessive amounts of tylenol in my system. Then I went over to see if they made onsies big enough for K-man and bought a 5-pack of those. And then they had those cute little jumpers for him on sale for $5 and hey, you can't pass up a sale...I'm not that sick!
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