Remember me? Again.
I swear to you Internetz that I had all the good intentions of following up after my last post.
But then I got sick. Really sick.
I thought it was swimmers ear so I was treating it with an over-the-counter ear drop.
The fact that the glands on the left side of my neck were practically popping out should have been a clue that it wasn't just swimmers ear.
Note: NEVER Google "swollen neck glands." Just don't.
Post-freak out and one week later, I finally dragged myself to the clinic convinced that I had a more serious ear infection.
Turns out I didn't. My ears were fine. My throat on the other hand was a hot mess.
One gag-filled strep test later and yours truly walked away with my first prescription for antibiotics in I don't know how long.
So I googled the antibiotics I was taking.
Do you think I had learned from before?
Note: sometimes some things are best left un-Googled.
But a week into the antibiotics and I was feeling much better and having none of the awful side effects that I had been warned about.
Until the one night I noticed a small rash on my arm. By bedtime it was all over my upper arms and travelling down my back.
By morning I was covered, and I mean covered in hives.
But did I stop taking my antibiotic?
Of course not! I was going to finish those ten days!
So I returned to the doctor. Even more miserable.
She took one look at me, told me to stop taking the antibiotics and for the next five days I was on prednisone, antihistamines, and a topical lotion.
It took three very long days to even turn a corner. But eventually the hives started to go away.
So here I am. Strep free. Hive free. And back.