Waiting — (The Oversharing Edition)
So, yeah, this is going to be a less than politically correct post.
Turn away if that sort of thing bothers you.
You see, I’m sitting here…waiting.
I have a little infection, minor really (absolutely nothing to worry about), and my doctor prescribed me a “short course” of antibiotics.
Quick and easy.
The pharmacist, when handing me the script said “So…this can cause diarrhea. Take it with food. You can take a probiotic if you wish, that might help. It doesn’t happen to everyone.”
So I said “ok.” Shrugged. Walked away.
Then I read the fact sheet that comes with the script.
It must have used the D word 82 times in three pages.
And the bottle. When I took my second pill this morning, I saw on the bottle it has, in large letters “may cause” and the D word.
So. Um. Even if I’m not the sort of person this might happen to, I think all the warnings have certainly auto-suggested my brain (and body) that this is inevitable.
No way to avoid it.
Right now, outside my window, dark, angry storm clouds are rolling in.
And in my tummy, after three doses, so far calm seas.
But can I escape this fate? Can I just have a nice “short course” of antibiotics, have no issues and call it a day?
Is that even possible?
If you see me go running by, you’ll know the answer.
Until then. I just have to wait and see.
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