In Which the Situation goes from Bad to Worse

Yesterday evening my husband picked up my prescription for Super Duper Antibiotics. (I'm not kidding. This stuff is used to kill Anthrax). So as soon as he gets home with it, I take one because I need to start feeling better. And now. The evening goes on as planned, with me feeling like crap and going to bed early. At about 9:00 I tried to change the sheets on the bed before getting into it for the night. I say try because I found that I wasn't able to do it. I don't know how to explain it, except that my hands wouldn't work properly. I didn't have the strength in them to pull the sheets over the mattress. Joe had to come in and do it for me. I thought it a bit odd, but got into bed and it didn't cross my mind again. This morning I got up. Still felt like crap. Hoping for the Antibiotics to kick in today. When I went to get ready I noticed my wrists were quite stiff and painful when I rotated them. I had a hard time brushing my hair. And getting dressed. In fact, I was fifteen minutes late getting to work because it took me that much longer to get ready. Weird. Got to work. Still felt like crap. Took my second dose of Super Duper Antibiotics, because dude, I must feel better soon. I must. Continued to feel like crap at work, with the pain in my wrists really becoming uncomfortable. At lunch I went and laid down in my car. And cried to Joe on the phone about how much pain I was in, and how I didn't think the antibiotics are working and how I still feel like crap. Somehow I manage to make it the rest of the day at work, but by four-thirty the pain is becoming unbearable not only in my wrists, but in my neck too. I find I cannot even turn it from side to side. This makes driving home ummmm.......interesting. Well, that and the crying. Because I cried all the way home. Finally reach my apartment, barely able to walk, crying, and in extreme pain. My poor husband. I was running a fever too. Again. Or at this point, still? I got into the bathtub to see if it would alleviate some of the pain. It does, but only slightly. At this point my husband is putting in frantic calls to my doctor, to see what to do, and my co-worker, because he tells me there is no way I am going into work tomorrow in this much pain. I am oblivious to all of this because I am bawling in the bath tub. I've never felt joint pain like this. I couldn't even lift a glass off of the table to drink from it. Or turn my neck even the slightest bit from side to side. Finally my doctor returns Joe's call, at which time he tells me I am having a serious allergic reaction to Super Duper Antibiotics and stop taking them immediately! Oh, and maybe even head on over to the emergency room if I have time. Or, wait an hour or so to see if things get worse, and then head over to the emergency room. Well you know how much I love the ER, and since I have been there twice in the last four months already, we decide to wait it out. Well, I beg and plead with my husband to please let me try to wait it out because I don't want to go to the ER, I don't want to! So much Tylenol and another bath and an hour and a half later, and things seem to be improving. Slightly. Still can't move my neck but pain from wrists is easing up a bit. I am laying in bed with my laptop perched precariously on my stomach and my wrists resting on a pillow just type this. So tomorrow it is back to the doctor for a 411 on how I am allergic to Super Duper antibiotics and plan B to get rid of this sinus and kidney infection. I won't even go into how this whole situation is destroying any credibility I am trying to gain at my new job. That's a whole other Oprah. Or another post, at least. And I'm thinking I've got to catch a break here somewhere. I just have to. You hear that Universe? You win. I'm standing here waving my white flag. I surrender.