I suspected Monday I was getting a UTI. Not fun. My doctor is a really nice guy, but he's got very limited hours. I forgot to call on Tuesday, and he's not open on Wednesday, so yesterday morning, I called first thing to make an appointment. Well, the nurse was wonderful. She heard what I thought was wrong, and told me if I had time then, to come straight in and they'd work us in. In 15 minutes, I was there and sitting in an exam room.
Turns out, I was right, so the doctor gave me a scrip for antibiotics. Thus started my day from hell.
My body doesn't like that drug AT ALL.
Reactions to it include random heart racing (where my pulse is so fast and strong, I can feel my skin vibrating), hot flashes, extreme dizziness/lightheadedness (which is the one possible side effect it warned me about), blurry vision, and this metallic taste in my mouth. The taste in my mouth is so bad that even Craig noticed it when he gave me a chaste kiss last night when I crashed.
That was after two doses. I'm not taking any more. And as soon as my doctor opens this morning, I'm calling to see if I can get a different drug. Frankly, I'd rather have the UTI than take any more of that drug.