Back from the dead

I wish I could tell you that I have not been posting because I was on some exotic vacation with a new boyfriend. There wasn't so much a new love interest, as an ongoing love affair with my bed (because, in reality, I have been sleeping for the past three days straight). I came down with what I thought was the flu in the middle of the night Wednesday. I had all the tell-tale flu symptoms: fever, headache, chills, achyness and dizziness. It was so bad, there was a moment I thought I was having a recurrence of malaria.

No such luck. It later turned out — after I gave in and went to the doctor in a fever-induced stupor — that I had an allergic reaction to an antibiotic that I was just finishing. A mild rash that turned up Thursday afternoon tipped them off.

The irony of it all was, the latest antibiotic was to cure a mild ailment brought on by a previous one.

I am feeling better today though, and I made huge breakthroughs such as taking my garbage out, watering my plants (which looked kind of like I did the past couple days) and eating solid food. I actually left my apartment to help a friend frost cupcakes. It was a big step to venture into the outside world, and I had to go back home after two hours for a nap.

Now I'm on some sort of steroid (no, not the fun kind that will give me big muscles). This one has some scary possible side effects, such as bone pain (fracture), "coffee-ground" vomit, seizures, usual hair growth, usual skin growths...seriously, what is that about? I love how they call a fracture "bone pain." If any of these occur and they try to put me on another medication to deal with it, I'm just going to get euthanized.

Lesson learned: Sometimes the cure really is worse than the disease.