We all want to give up some point, right? It’s been one of those times.
Perhaps too much info for some in the following post!
About two months ago, I had the pleasure of shingles, and so had to stop biologics. Then, a couple of weeks back got an ear infection and had to stop them again. Eventually was given antibiotics.
Then last Wednesday, all hell breaks loose, with symptoms very similar to when I had the norovirus, except without the feeling ill bit. So really severe stomach cramps followed by really bad diarrhoea. Spoke to the doc and it was suspected that it was the clarythrymicin (excuse spelling). The next day brought a rather nasty rash in my mouth, so ended up at the doctors for that, too. That night, back in the loo only with blood at the same time. Frightened the life out of me, and so, off I trot to A&E. Blood tests taken, and all absolutely fine (although I’d had some the week before, so guessed that would be the case). The doc said not to worry, and that it was probably bleeding because of inflammation due to the diarrhoea the day before. Friday seems a bit better, still going, but no more blood. Saturday back to full on runs again with more blood. Back to A&E (as was told to do). Stool sample taken, but heard nothing back and so assuming all is ok with that. Was told it was probably the antibiotics and it would be gone in a week or two. Otherwise, it’s camera time.
Then things get better. Sunday - nothing. Monday - nothing. Tuesday - go to the loo a bit, perfectly normal.
Then, today, we go back to roughly where we started with the same symptoms as last Wednesday - from the awful cramps (they are horrendous) through to the runs (although no blood that I could see)! But it all seems to have been over and done with in the space of an hour or two.
While I probably wouldn’t be so worried if the upset stomach had continued for a week, I am somewhat confused and anxious about it going away and then coming back. My health anxiety is through the roof, and now I’m worrying it’s far worse than an antibiotic reaction - the wonders of bipolar. Luckily I’m at the docs tomorrow, but I have an awful fear that this is going to end up with some awful tests or other if it goes on much longer.
The only glimmer of hope (I use that term loosely) is that I had two cups of tea today - and that would be my first milk since last Thursday. I have heard that lactose intolerance can occur after these stomach things, and that would give a sensible explanation as to why it all kicked off again today. I have read that the reaction to milk would be within about four hours of consuming it - and that timescale would fit. I had the tea between 2pm and 4pm and this all started at 6.30.
While I love my tea dearly, I really hope that I can blame it on the milk, and if I don’t have any, my stomach will go back to normal. Fingers crossed. But am just about at the end of my tether. No Benapali means I can barely move, and the anxiety caused by worrying about what’s wrong with me is making by bipolar completely take over. On the plus side, I don’t feel ill and I’ve lost eight pounds in a week.