Next time I have the bright idea to go to the doctors and actually take the antibiotics they prescribe…

Somebody…

Anybody…

Please, just… TALK ME OUT OF IT!!!!

Am I too young to be thinking about incontinence pads?

I got the antibiotics about a week and a half ago.

Those were fine…

They didn’t do squat, but I didn’t have any adverse reactions to them either.

Yay me!

But them by the beginning of last week the red patches were starting to appear around my eyes, which is never a good thing, and by day 3 of the antibiotics they were still appearing.

With the true efficiency that can only be found in the NHS cut-backs system, it was going to be close to two weeks before I could get another doctors appointment.

Given that I’m kind of partial to my eyes, I decided I wasn’t willing to wait, so I managed to get an appointment at the main clinic a couple of towns over.

All seems simple enough…

That alone should have warned me!:roll:

I got another set of antibiotics as the first lot clearly weren’t working, and a cream to put on.

So after fainting and then calling the bank manager to re-mortgage the neighbours house to pay for the prescriptions… Off I went.

Got home, took the first two tablets and thought nothing more about it.

Two hours later I was definitely thinking about it!

It started with a gurgle in the lower organs. Again not much to worry about, I was still a bit peckish, so I didn’t give it much thought.

Half an hour later I did though.

I felt like one of those newfangled dolls.

You know the kind, you give it the little battery powered bottle, then five minutes later it starts shooting out both ends…

Which begs the question why anybody would want something like that… But I digress…

So there I was 9 O’clock at night giving birth to my intestines every 20 minutes for a little over 5 hours.

By 2:30 in the morning it finally eased up enough to get to sleep, of course by then I had a rash over my chest and arms and my tongue was swelling up.

Then every two hours I was up running to the bathroom.

The next day the rash had gone and tongue was back to normal proportions, but little digestive system had gone on strike…

The entire morning was spent in the bathroom, I’d barely get out the door and I’d have to turn back round and fling myself back at the potty and hope I’d make it in time…

Needless to say by lunch time I could barely sit down and was so tender I was walking like John Wayne.

It’s now just over a week later and I’m still running back for a potty break every couple of hours, but at least the stomach acids are staying where they should be so I’m not actually having my rear end digested while I sit.

Needless to say I’m not planning on any more trips back to the doctors any time soon.

And next time I’m given a prescription, I think I’ll go with my gut (no pun intended) and not get it filled out.

Oh and I just found out yesterday I’m back at the hospital in a couple of weeks to be strapped back on the tilt and turn table and flung around the room in the name of science.

:shock:

I wonder how my stomach will take that one…

Things could get messy…:lol: