Posts Tagged ‘Levaquin

27
Mar
09

OK, this is not funny anymore. . .

. . . I have pneumonia. Again.

The doctor doesn’t know why – I don’t think he really cares why, he just wants to get me over it so he can keep poisoning my body.

Which, most likely, is one of the reasons I have pneumonia again – the compromised immune system can’t beat back those germs that healthy people shrug off every day. At least we caught it early again; apparently I am ultra-sensitive to the pressure of fluid building up. Interestingly enough, it is only happening in my left lung, which is the same as the last time. The pulmonary embolisms were one in each lung, but I’ve long had pain in my left chest (heart problems ruled out); and the cancer was in my left breast. No wonder they call it sinister!

The first round of pneumonia responded to Levaquin, which is a very potent antibiotic. On second thought, maybe Dr. Medici is gleefully rubbing his hands together going “mwa-ha-ha-ha” that I have pneumonia, because seriously, this stuff has the potential to be as bad as Taxol and Avastin – it can cause temporary or permanent nerve damage, bleeding problems, seizures, hallucinations, and tendonitis or tendon rupture, amongst the five pages of warnings that came with the cute little bottle.

At any rate, one of the problems it can cause is sleeplessness, and right now, as tired as I am, I cannot sleep. Of course, I couldn’t last night either, so it may be totally unrelated to the Levaquin.

So anyway, that’s how *my* week is going. I’m mildly depressed, and massively annoyed at being sick again – hey, chemo by itself is enough. But Brian is back home from his trip, and that’s wonderful, and the cats have been very cuddly recently. . . hmm, I seem to recall that they were pretty cuddly back the first time. I guess they’re pretty sensitive to this, also. Great – now whenever one of the cats wants to sit on my lap, I’m going to get paranoid. I mean, I woke up this morning with a cat lying on top of me purring – and today I’m diagnosed with pneumonia. Cats as diagnotic tools – guess I won’t go there about whether he was doing a scan or not. Oops, sorry, I went there.

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