When you’re sick you want to feel better.
So to feel better an antibiotic is ordered to get the nasty, sick inducing bug out of you.
In exchange you get this:
“Severe allergic reactions (rash; hives; itching; difficulty breathing; tightness in the chest; swelling of the mouth, face, lips, or tongue); bloody or tarry stools; burning, numbness, tingling, pain, or weakness of the arms, hands, legs, or feet; chest pain; dark urine or unusual change in the amount of urine; fainting; fever, chills, or unusual cough; hallucinations; inability to move or bear weight on a joint or tendon area; irregular heartbeat; loss of consciousness; moderate to severe sunburn; mood or mental changes (eg, new or worsening anxiety, agitation, confusion, depression, restlessness, sleeplessness); muscle pain or weakness; pain, soreness, redness, swelling, weakness, or bruising of a tendon or joint area; pale stools; persistent sore throat; red, swollen, blistered, or peeling skin; seizures; severe or persistent diarrhea; severe or persistent dizziness; shortness of breath or trouble breathing; stomach cramps or pain; suicidal thoughts or actions; tremors; unusual bruising or bleeding; unusual fatigue; vaginal yeast infection; vision changes; yellowing of the skin or eyes.”
I really don’t want any of the above.
I admit, I am a little fearful of the path to recovery.
I might not be able to move?
Loss of consciousness?
I am taking this medication because of a severe sore throat and the end result may be a severe sore throat. (Hanging my head sadly, shaking it slowly back and forth.) Seems kind of pointless. And cruel.
What happened to the idea that medicine made you better? Does anyone remember the days when we had no idea what medicines were capable of because we were so uninformed?
Now we know.