Those antibiotics there? Those are mine. *Sigh* The day we went to the fair, I woke up not feeling very well. I had gone to bed the night before with a small hard spot in the breast, one which I rightly assumed was a blocked duct. I was trying to my seventeen month old baby to drink from a cup and I bought her a transitional glass bottle and it went far too well. She went from running to me every time she was thirsty to asking for drinks. The older children helped by teaching her how to use the Berkey. In the warm August, she had been nursing a great deal and suddenly, she didn't need me as much. I was miserable but I was going to avoid medical doctors (of whom I have a deep and abiding distrust after being injured by a surgical error).
The first full day at the fair, with decorating the 4-H booth (they got another Blue Ribbon) and all the practices and performances for the Finnish Folk Dance group, I knew I would be busy I decided I was too busy to be sick. I was going to muscle through the whole thing. In the afternoon, between event times, I nursed the baby a little bit and took a nap. I was hitting hard using all the natural techniques I knew, I even asked some friends and garnered some I had never heard of (potato slices, anyone?). I was starting to feel worse so I pulled out the Advil (something I do very, very seldom) and went to the fair. As the evening events were winding down, I was trembling and had developed a fever despite taking the OTC meds. I had a sore neck and a headache. By the time we piled the tired performers and cranky little ones into the van, I was getting confused and clumsy. No good.
So Ben dropped me at the emergency department, drove all the way out to the farm to leave the kids, and then came back for me. Poor guy, he worries so much and he did not like leaving me there, but really, we had no choice. I was pretty sick after all. I had a fever of 103 and the infection from the blocked duct in the breast had spread to the lymph nodes in the neck and the armpit. There was no way I was getting away from the doctors and the dreaded antibiotics. I also needed to get a quick check for clots since I have a clotting disorder and infections increase the risks, but I was fine. In the end, I got a shot of antibiotics and a morning dose and a prescription for the rest of my course. There are no 24 hour pharmacies here, so I needed to be able to get through until the they opened. The told me that it was clearly an aggressive bacteria and so they used an aggressive antibiotic. I was so sick and miserable that I do not even remember what it was. Ben came back for me and took me home. I crawled right into bed so sore, I could not sleep on my right side or turn my head.
But in the morning, I felt amazingly better. I had agreed to stay off my feet for the day, so I sat in bed all day. We live far from a hospital so Ben made sure that I was medically compliant and that the signs of infections were abating, and they did. Fast and furious. I was able to knit and work on my Erin Condren teacher's planner and start planning the school year, fortunately it came while I was bed. By Saturday morning, I was running at 90%. I hate doctors, I hate antibiotics even more, but I was clearly better. Allopathic medicine is good sometimes.
So now I am hitting the probiotics hard and trying to keep up on my fluid intake to keep flushing out my system. I know that I will need to reset my system again after I get done with this course. I wish I did not need to worry about it but I am sincerely glad that I went to the E/R. A hundred years ago, people just died after developing infections. Today we can recover and move on. I know that some of you will disagree and think that I should have refused them. I am not going to risk dying for anything. I have been there (see HERE) and I am not going back.
On a brighter note, my knitted shawl took second at the fair in the lace category. The winner was a very lovely shawl so I am not disappointed. It was a fair fight. Now I am mailing it to a very dear friend who is also moving from Colorado. This week is going to be hard for her. Now she will have something bright and cheerful and warm (it is merino wool, after all) so that when she misses home, she can feel all the love that is going with her to North Carolina.