I get a yeast treatment at the same time as I get any antibiotic, because an imbalance is inevitable.
Yeah, when my doctor prescribes an antibiotic, I just ask him “and will you give me a couple of Diflucan pills too?” He just nods and types them in.
Probiotics help to replenish the good flora when taking antibiotics, but there’s only so much they can do.
I am sick. I don’t know why, I was wonderful this morning then I ate breakfast and a little while later I started getting cramps and tried to throw up. (Operative word being tried, which didn’t do much for my stomach).
It’s faded now, though my stomach still feels off and I want to go get some soup but I don’t really like the soup at anywhere nearby. I really truly want my Grandma’s homemade turkey noodle, but she’s a long drive away and obviously not going to bring some to me.
I wonder if the food I had for breakfast was bad. I treated myself to a classic breakfast from A&W which is generally really good. Or maybe it was what I ate last night, but wouldn’t I have felt less than good when I woke up?
BF said he hopes I don’t have Duchess disease, I may have found it more amusing if I didn’t feel like crap.
I dunno, some Grandmas can be pretty unpredictable. If she’s the good kind of grandma, she’ll be happy to hear from you anyway. Give her a call.
I plan to call her anyway. But I doubt she’ll drive for 3 hours, half of it through very crappy roads right now just to bring me soup. 
This ringing in my ears is getting old fast.
Stop hitting. your brakes. on. the highway. The first time around should have clued you in that you’re FOLLOWING TOO CLOSELY.
I’m beginning to develop some serious road rage driving in New Jersey.
Nah. Just get on the Dope and post something and then check the timestamp.
I’m pretty sure that cycle 8 of trying to conceive kid 2 is a failure. I’ll know in the next 48 hours. Anyway… it’s hard to not interpret it as a judgment from the universe, or from all the unborn babies out there, that I’m not fit to have another. Listen, I’m a great fucking mom, but I was a rotten fucking pregnant woman and a total failure at childbirth and nursing. I have also still not gotten over wanting the freedom to do what I fucking want to do when i fucking want to do it… most days I’m at peace but there are days when I just cannot WAIT until she’s old enough to go to school.
The toddler thing just drives me crazy, cute as she is and as much as I love her. And I don’t know if my husband and I are truly up to doing all this again. So maybe that’s why I’m not pregnant.
Fuck fertility.
Thanks, I was at that stage of exhastion that has you too awake to sleep, but unable to think.
I’m all better now
Driving a small moving truck through 2 states wasn’t bad. I stayed in the right, tried my best to do the speed limit and used turn-outs to let people pass. While I wanted to get home, I didn’t have a deadline, which always helps.
For the most part, the drivers were all nice and went around me.
Finally I got to the outskirts of Houston. I’ve come to learn that Houston is pretty easy to navigate, but people drive like speed limit signs are only suggestions. Turning signals are either not used, or used while turning in the other direction. Bill says this is to keep people guessing. Driving in Houston honestly scares me worse than riding my bike after I got hit did.
But this time was different. Traffic parted around me. At first, I was white-knuckling the steering wheel, then I realized that everyone reacts the same way as I do to a rental moving truck. Go around it and watch it because the driver doesn’t know what he or she is doing or where they are going.
It was awesome. Bill refuses to buy me a rental moving truck for my daily commute. He’s such a butthead at times.
Will he buy you a regular truck? Have it painted to look similar to, but not exactly like, a moving truck. Then you can engage in performance art (if the truck is in motion, it *is *moving, and is thus a moving truck, amiright?) AND have people giving way to you. Win-win, all around. 
Day Three of this cold nonsense:
I woke up at 1:00 am feeling like I was choking. Once I had hacked up the offending phlegm, I found that my throat felt like I had been swallowing razor blades. A cough drop sort of helped but I couldn’t fall back to sleep because laying down made me feel like I was drowning in disgusting mucus. So now I’m sitting in my armchair, cuddling my cat and being awake when I so desperately need to sleep. I don’t want to go to the doctor just to have them tell me that I am fine, especially since my HRA is depleted and the $250 urgent care bill will be tough to pay on top of everything else. So I will just have to tough it out. I know I’m an adult but can my mommy come take care of me?
Look into a masker?
Ah, I’ve had that one since Saturday now. And not only has my mommy not come to take care of me, I’ve had to be Mommy to a sick 2 year old two. And now we’re meant to be looking forward to going away for the weekend, but really, I’m just tired, grumpy, knackered, and so run down that I’m bleeding from chapped hands, lips and nose. And not in the mood.
(TMI - that reminds me, now also having breakthrough bleeding from the combined pill, after the 30+ day period from hell I had when I was on the minipill. No wonder I have no energy.)
On the bright side, what with all of that, and the norovirus I had last month, I’m weighing the lightest I have since last Christmas?
After reading that Cinnamon Imp, I think I’ll go and run a warm bath and slit my wrists…
Our old kitty is sick. She has kidney failure, probably kidney cancer (her kidney is HUGE) and is not doing very well. We keep looking at online tests and stuff for deciding when to euthanize, and she’s always right on the borderline. She’s not having a great life right now; she doesn’t seem to be suffering terribly, but there’s no chance that she’s going to get better. This is the toughest fucking decision of my LIFE - I desperately want to do the right thing for her, but it is so damned hard to figure out what that is.
Damn.
The right thing will be to let her go before she suffers.
We just put down our best kitty Max last Friday. It was the right thing to do. He was sick and sad and not himself anymore. We knew keeping him around any longer wouldn’t be for his benefit, it would be for our own. It would have been selfish to let him suffer and possibly die alone and scared.
I’m with Chimera. You know what needs to be done, Cat Whisperer- as Count Blucher told me when I was in the same situation- the cat has relied on you all its life to do the right thing. You can’t let it down now.
Oh Cat Whisperer, I am so sorry. Why is it that the best thing we do for them sucks so very very much? I’m going to be facing this soon with my 16 yo cat who was just diagnosed with masses in a lung, chest and leg. A few month ago I was faced with putting down a dog and a horse on the same day. It never, ever gets easier 
All I can say is that I held onto the thought “better a day, a week, even a month too early than a minute too late”. Your old girl certainly knows she is loved and wanted, she’s had a wonderful long life with you, and now she probably feels pretty crappy. I don’t think kidney disease is particularly painful, they just feel like shit most of the time. I know you don’t want to say goodbye, but it really does sound like it’s time
If it helps, what I’ve done in the past to make the whole ordeal a smidge easier is to ask the vet for a hefty dose of acepromazine. Give it a good 1/2 hr or so before the appointment, and let your kitty fall asleep in a favorite place (I took my last girl outside, so she could have a roll on the driveway and snooze in the sun). Then there’s no fear or stress for your friend, and your sadness won’t reach her. The last thing she knows, she’s warm and comfy and being loved on.
If virtual hugs and sympathy from an internet stranger and any consolation, you have them from me. Been in your shoes too many times and I know how awful it is.