My health has been in the toilet ever since my boyfriend and I returned from our jaunt to the Pacific Northwest and British Columbia late last month.
As near as the doctors can figure out, that trip is what set things off due to a combination of things -- walking everywhere for 9 straight days, sweating a lot, and an increase of sugar in my diet due to the fact that there is nothing available up there to drink that isn't either sugary or sweetened with aspartame, which I cannot stomach. Add it all up and what do you get?
A yeast infection. And let me tell you now, a yeast infection on a man is an ugly thing indeed, involving welts, indescribable itching, and -- this is the fun part -- big yellow, pillowy blisters the size of nickels.
I went to the doctor for this and got a cream. For a week it seemed to be working and then it stopped, and the blisters came back in force.
I went to the doctor and got an antifungal pill to take once a week for four weeks. I took the first pill and the infection died down, only to come back by the end of the week, just in time for the second dose. It died down again, and the third dose is due on Monday morning, and guess what's back as of the last time I went to take a whizz! Correct -- more blisters.
Meanwhile, about four days after we got back, I woke up feeling crummy. Malaise turned into a sore throat, and then into a cough, which is still lingering almost three weeks later. I'm of the mind that it's percussis, which I've had before and which the doctor told me would go away when it went away and not a moment before. It dragged on for at least a month, as I recall.
And guess what I was diagnosed with this morning... Scabies! What fun! Had to go back to the doctor for an entirely new and exciting rash, different from the one I'd had since October. We're thinking that my boyfriend picked it up from a patient at the hospital where he works. He's never had scabies before, and if you've never had it before, it can take up to ten weeks for symptoms to show up. If you have had it before, it will take about a week, which is why those symptoms are etched loud and clear across my thighs, while he's still asymptomatic. This means, of course, that all our clothing, towels, and bed linens will have to be washed in hot water, and we'll have to vacuum the hell out of our apartment, although I'm not sure what to do about our sofa. Hopefully we can get by without having to do anything drastic to the leather armchair or the leather computer chair.
But yeah... one fucking thing after another.
As near as the doctors can figure out, that trip is what set things off due to a combination of things -- walking everywhere for 9 straight days, sweating a lot, and an increase of sugar in my diet due to the fact that there is nothing available up there to drink that isn't either sugary or sweetened with aspartame, which I cannot stomach. Add it all up and what do you get?
A yeast infection. And let me tell you now, a yeast infection on a man is an ugly thing indeed, involving welts, indescribable itching, and -- this is the fun part -- big yellow, pillowy blisters the size of nickels.
I went to the doctor for this and got a cream. For a week it seemed to be working and then it stopped, and the blisters came back in force.
I went to the doctor and got an antifungal pill to take once a week for four weeks. I took the first pill and the infection died down, only to come back by the end of the week, just in time for the second dose. It died down again, and the third dose is due on Monday morning, and guess what's back as of the last time I went to take a whizz! Correct -- more blisters.
Meanwhile, about four days after we got back, I woke up feeling crummy. Malaise turned into a sore throat, and then into a cough, which is still lingering almost three weeks later. I'm of the mind that it's percussis, which I've had before and which the doctor told me would go away when it went away and not a moment before. It dragged on for at least a month, as I recall.
And guess what I was diagnosed with this morning... Scabies! What fun! Had to go back to the doctor for an entirely new and exciting rash, different from the one I'd had since October. We're thinking that my boyfriend picked it up from a patient at the hospital where he works. He's never had scabies before, and if you've never had it before, it can take up to ten weeks for symptoms to show up. If you have had it before, it will take about a week, which is why those symptoms are etched loud and clear across my thighs, while he's still asymptomatic. This means, of course, that all our clothing, towels, and bed linens will have to be washed in hot water, and we'll have to vacuum the hell out of our apartment, although I'm not sure what to do about our sofa. Hopefully we can get by without having to do anything drastic to the leather armchair or the leather computer chair.
But yeah... one fucking thing after another.
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