You’re all about to learn much more about me than you’d really like to.
I hate prescription medications. I hate that the US healthcare system prefers to focus on treatment of problems rather than preventative medicine. I hate how much it costs to see the doctor and how I have to put it off until I am really, really sick otherwise I just won’t have enough money to go.
When I do go, I tend to get a bazillion prescriptions. It doesn’t matter that I hate them, I need them. I cannot get rid of these infections by myself; I can barely breathe for myself. I get tested and berated and it does not matter that I try to take care of myself; doctors do not understand why I just don’t get better. Well, the doctors at school don’t. And I’d prefer not to tell them all of my medical history because then they just want to run more tests and look at me with sympathy and I already know what is going on. I just need that prescription to get myself better.
But the drug interactions! Oh my god. This cannot be taken with that and this will make that ineffective and be sure to wait for at least 6 hours, let this pass from your system, then take this because you still need that and… it’s more than anyone wants to take care of! The azithromycin has made the ortho tri cyclen ineffective, but I must still take it. This hormone being ineffective means I will be on my period the entire time I am receiving antibiotics. The omeprazole, which I have to take because the acid in my stomach does relate to respiratory problems which is what the antibiotics are for anyway, cannot be taken with azithromycin. So I have to take the zpack right before bed, with the omeprazole as soon as I wake up, and just deal with the side effects (which include dizziness and blacking out). The medications almost all cause me to be nauseous and I have to fight to keep any food that I take down. So there is a pill for that as well. Which makes it almost impossible to stay awake during the day. Then there are the steroids, which I need in order to get my O2 levels to anything resembling normal. They make me just want to cry, all of the fucking time! Combine that with the PMS and strange hormone levels from the interaction of birth control with antibiotics… and we have a terribly emotional Amber. Emotional Amber is prone to panicky feelings and negative thoughts, so I was prescribed more benzos. Yay. Probably a good thing, since the last time I tried to use my inhaler the loss of breath combined with the shaky, dizziness associated with the inhaler led me to having a panic attack. Asthma attacks are scary enough before the intense amounts of pain, people. And then for the next day or two you are constantly on edge and scared and… life has been difficult. And when complaining to a pharmacist about this, the response I get is that I will feel better eventually. Until my next course of medications. Because there is always another course of medications. Always.