I hate being on antibiotics.
I mean, I know they’re helping me get better and all. But last night I was so dizzy and achy that I wound up coming home after my fencing lesson and crawing into bed. I felt terrible, as if I was sick again. I was shivering even with the heat turned all the way up in the car, and it was shivering in my chest — deep inside me, not at the extremities of the limbs. The drive home was god-awful; I could keep control of the car, but I tended to wobble a bit in my lane.
This morning, my eyes hurt. All of the muscles around my eyes ache, and the headache from yesterday morning has returned again with a vengeance, and it’s spread down my neck to my shoulders. And I have another week to go on these antibiotics. Am I going to feel this terrible for the next seven days?
It’s good to remember that antibiotics are not benign. They not only attack the bad stuff in your system, they attack the good stuff too. Yesterday I ate some yogurt (despite it not being on the Atkins diet), to try and replace some of the acidophilus bacteria in my system which the antibiotics have killed off. It actually did make me feel better for a little while, and I think I’ll eat some more yogurt today.
The box that Leah’s present came in has gotten all thumped around and partially destroyed, and I have to see what I can do about getting a new box for it. I also need wrapping paper, and ribbon, and maybe some decorations for the house. I was thinking about hanging up all the Christmas cards I’ve received, and using those as my decorations, such as they are.
What about a small plastic tree? Hmmm. Decisions, decisions. If I get a plastic tree, then I need a place to store the damn thing, and I’m running out of space to store the stuff I have now. Allegedly, I have a storage area in the basement, but my colleague Ray is a semi-pro motorbike racer, and he has taken over the empty storage area in the basement for his motorcross stuff. Not much chance of getting that space back. Which means, a tree has to go into storage here in the apartment. Fat chance.