I went to the doctor again because the pain in my throat and the bad bad bad feeling in my lungs wasn't letting up. This is now the 5th time I have been to see a doctor since the end of November when all this illness started and FINALLY someone prescribed me some freaking antibiotics. She said the colds (since I have had two) both had complications thanks to my asthma (thanks, asthma!) and she's pretty sure the second one caused a rather nasty round of bronchitis. Again. And this one? SO much worse than the stuff I had two weeks ago.
And then she tried to prescribe me a medication with sulfa in it. Because it's Sunday, I had to go to a medical centre I've never been to before and you write in your medical history, including medications you are allergic to. I am allergic to ONE and it's sulfa. I break out in hives all over and it's absolutely ghastly. You think she would have READ my patient card, but no. She handed me the prescription and I was like "Uhm....this says sulfa? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME!?"
Well, I didn't say it like that, but I felt it like that.
So I gots me some amoxicillian and I feel like I'm dying. Every time I breathe in deeply I cough. And my throat is still terribly sore, but now it tastes like oranges. Strepsils ;)
Let's see if THIS makes me better.
Though I did stop in to a bakery after going to the chemist, and I bought myself a Christmas cupcake and then I did a performance art piece about just how I am feeling about Christmas by eating Santa's face. Yum yum.