I am on a 10-day round of antibiotics.
I preach food and lifestyle, not drugs and medication.
But yesterday when I put this status up on Facebook, I have to say I was really disappointed with several of the comments:
You know you’re sick when…..no farmer’s market, doctor on a Saturday, in bed all day, freezing in hot weather, caving in for antibiotics and living on bread with ghee.
Everyone was real quick to jump on: “essential oils” and “you are the last person I would have ever thought to take an antibiotic.”
A week ago from yesterday, my throat started hurting. I brushed it off. Each day it got worse until Wednesday when I began to lose my voice and could not even sleep at night because the pain down my throat was so intense. That was the first night I even caved into Tylenol. But still, no doctor. I kept on going. I kept doing things my way.
The bumps down the back of my throat became unbearable, my energy levels tanked and I felt worse by the minute. Friday night came, and I thought that by Saturday morning it would magically go away. I mean, after all, it was Sam’s 7-month old celebration day, complete with beautiful weather and the farmer’s market opening. Surely I’d be better – naturally.
I woke up at 5 am with Sam. I brought her downstairs and fed her. Once she fell asleep again, I began to get the chills and the misery escalated. I went upstairs and told Ryan I was now, really sick.
And I was. I started throwing up every hour.
Late in the morning, we went to the doctor.
They told me that what started out as a virus, grew into a ton of bacteria because I waited so long, allowing my throat to become so inflamed.
I got a shot for nausea and a prescription for a 10-day round of antibiotics.
I went home and never threw up again. I took the initial doses of my antibiotics. I slept almost 24 hours.
I woke up today 80% better….like a miracle.
But all of that is PREVENTION not INTERVENTION.
I live my life based on prevention, and I do a d#$$ good job at it. I have not had to be on antibiotics in years.
All of that said, there is a time and place when intervention is absolutely needed. The truth is that I tried to be strong this past week for far too long. It got me to a place that I should’ve never ended up at.
Meanwhile, I’ll finish out these next 9-days of antibiotics because, well, they have been my best form of intervention.
p.s. These antibiotics saved me!