Macrobid and Sexism Suck

Any pill that looks like a bee will sting you. Remember that.
Any pill that looks like a bee will sting you. Remember that.

What a frigging week I’ve had. Let me start with Monday. I woke up with a bladder infection. Well, everyone knows that it is torture to actually go to the doctor with this lovely illness. You have to call the office and get an appointment. WAIT for your appointment. Drive to the office. WAIT in the waiting room. Pee in a cup. WAIT for the doctor to give you a prescription. Drive to the pharmacy. WAIT for your prescription. I don’t wait well when I am feeling fine. If I have a burning bladder and I have to pee every 4.2 seconds, I REALLY don’t wait well. So, I used the handy dandy Teledoc service that comes with my insurance. It’s super cool. You log into Teledoc and a real doctor calls you. You tell him or her your symptoms and he or she calls in a prescription. They won’t call in narcotics or, you know, stuff like that. They will call in antibiotics. This particular doctor called in Macrobid for me and I had it within 30 minutes of talking to him. I was so happy.

On Tuesday, my husband woke up looking like a lop-sided chipmunk. Seriously. He had a painful, swollen cheek. I thought for sure I was going to have to fly out to LA and punch anti-vax queen Jenny McCarthy in the face because I was certain it was mumps. It turns out that my husband had an infected salivary gland. He was basically given a prescription for Lemon Heads. Seriously, the doctor told him to eat a bunch of sour candy so he would salivate more. I still might punch Jenny, just for the heck of it.

Throughout the week, it really felt like I was getting better. I mean, I was a little nauseated from the Macrobid, but other than that my urinary symptoms seemed to be going away. Of course, just because the universe hates me, I got my period on Thursday, a week early. I already had a bladder infection and assorted stomach issues from the antibiotics. Why not throw in cramps and pads?

Friday night, I noticed some neck and back pain, but I just wrote it off to the fact that I had been a giant couch potato all week. I work from home anyway, so I’m not especially active during the workday. While I do have an exercise bike desk, I have to stay still to do most of my work. Sitting still makes my upper back ache. So, I took some Motrin and went to bed.

Saturday morning kicked me in the ass like never before. I woke up after having neck, head, and back pains during the night. I felt icky, so I took my temperature. 102. Holy shit. Both my husband and my good friend told me it was probably the flu, and to ask for Tamiflu. So, I requested a call from Teledoc again. This doctor told me to go to the ER because it sounded like nephritis and I might need IV antibiotics. You can Google that, like I did, but it’s basically a scary infection of the kidneys. Rock on. So, my husband took me to the ER. I shivered the whole way because, of course, it was cold and rainy, and I had a fever, and I was scared out of my mind. Score.

Let’s skip ahead to the sexism because I’m certain that is more interesting than anything else I have written. You guys are probably thinking, “Did the doctor talk down to Lisa because she is a little, short, chubby woman?” Nope. I was not the victim of sexism. Let me explain.

I don't have the mumps. That's just my chubby face.  A MAN put in that IV port.
I don’t have the mumps. That’s just my chubby face. A MAN put in that IV port.

I used to be a sexist. By used to be, I mean up until Saturday. I was never a “daddies are dumb” sexist. My sexism was very focused. Before my most recent ER trip, I did not trust male nurses or phlebotomists. I have had many experiences where men could just not find my veins and ended up poking me numerous times. So, imagine my horror when not one, but two young men had to poke me with needles. This hospital’s policy is to get two different “sticks” for all blood work. I’m not sure why and I didn’t think to ask because I felt like I was lost in a Stephen King novel. I mean, this was my nightmare – men with needles. TWO of them. Everyone knows women are better with needles. Well, every asshole like me knows that. I feel like a younger Archie Bunker with a vagina. Sorry, guys!

Here is the shocker, ladies and gentlemen. The fellas both only stuck me once. They found my veins quickly and both did not even leave a bruise. I now have faith in male blood takers. Again, I’m so sorry I doubted you fellas.

So, after the doctor got back all of my lab work, she discussed it with me and really explained things. She is the best ER doctor I have ever had. She told me, basically, Macrobid sucks. The doctor did not actually say that. She explained that Macrobid doesn’t actually kill bacteria. It just keeps more bacteria from growing. Well, when someone has a bladder infection, you should probably give him or her something that will kill the damn bacteria. I mean, I’m not a doctor and I don’t play one on TV, but seriously, kill the damn bacteria. Why the hell does anyone prescribe Macrobid? I was sent home with a prescription for a different antibiotic, Cipro, which I have to take for 10 days. So, I’m hoping with the lack of alcohol and coffee (both no nos when you have a bladder infection) and the stomach issues from the antibiotics that maybe I will lose weight. I’m always looking for the bright side.

So, how was your week?

 

16 thoughts on “Macrobid and Sexism Suck

  1. Wow well my week is a lot better than yours in retrospect. I have a severe case of the Mondays but that’s about it. 🙂 Hope you and your husband feel better soon!! I guess physically going to the doctor or calling your regular physician beats Teledoc, lol. They’re probably highly unqualified med school students (no offense to any out there). Get loads of rest and take care of yourself Lisa! -Iva

    1. Iva,
      I’m glad you had a good week, in comparison. 🙂 This was the most crappy and sober New Year I have had in 20 years. I have learned my lesson with Teledoc. I will drag myself to an actual person. Why don’t doctors make house calls?
      Hugs,
      Lisa

  2. I hope you are feeling better. UTI’s are horrible to get rid of. My mom had a really bad one, pretty much lost her mind for a few days– it was scary. That only happens to the elderly, so at least you don’t have to worry about that. Macrobid seems to be the overall UTI med every ER gives out- and for her it is worthless. She is now back on daily low dose preventative antibiotics. Did they do a culture? Treatment depends on what strain of bacteria is causing the infection. Obviously certain antibiotics will not work on certain strains of bacteria. The problem is, the cultures can sometimes take days to get back, meaning you are the wrong antibiotic for several days. I hope you are on the mend and get over this. It’s scary in elderly, because they do not show the symptoms like younger people do, thus it gets bad before they even know they have it.

    1. Ugh, your poor mom! They did do a culture at the ER, where they gave me Cipro, but they will only get back to me if they need to change the drug. Cipro is pretty broad spectrum and I’m already feeling better, so I think they got it right. Macrobid killed me 20 years ago, but I had forgotten. It gave me the same fever and neck, head, and back pain. It just does not work well enough for it to be the first thing they give people.

  3. I always say that if the “stickers” know what the hell they’re doing, it doesn’t hurt. And if it hurts, I want to cuss them like a yard dog! Haha! Hope you feel better!

    1. I have cussed like a yard dog. I’m not nice when I’m in pain. They had a student nurse try to do my IV when I was in labor. Um, no.

    1. What really sucks, Cassandra, is that my blog keeps putting your comments in spam. HELLLOOOO, blog gods!! Cassandra is not spam!

  4. Damn girl, you’ve had a week alright. I’ll punch Jenny McCarthy for you in case you’re too weak from illness and exhaustion. And because I’d just like to. Hope you’re feeling better! xo

    1. Thank you, Linda! She desperately needs a fist to the face. I’m getting better every day, not that I have medicine that works. Never again, Macrobid.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s