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When the side effects are awesome!

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This post is a follow up to my post about what appears to be my final episode of biting my fingernails. Only took a little over 65 years. See my first post here: Another 48 margaritas and I should  be good to go

I got a pain relief shot in the butt at Urgent Care on April 19. Oh the irony of getting a painful injection in the butt in order to relieve pain elsewhere. Is this where the expression pain in the butt came from?

Nonetheless….

I also got a prescription for a pain-relief drug, Cephalexin, which is generic for Keflex. The prescription was for 28 pills, one ever six hours until used up… so seven days. I took the first pill on April 20 at noon.

Amazing things happened, none of which were expected to happen.

  1. I have been a polyphasic sleeper all my life — 65 years — never sleeping for more than four hours, and that was only in college when I was passed out drunk. I’m still a polyphasic sleeper, but since April 20 I have had several periods of sleep lasting from five to eight hours.
  2. I had never had a dream because I never reached R.E.M. sleep. That changed on April 20. I probably have had 65 dreams since then. Most of them would be considered nightmares by normal people, but can Stephen King fans be called normal? As Tears for Fears sang in Mad World, “The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.”
  3. For the past twenty or so years, I have had a hacking cough… 24/7. It was the worst immediately upon lying down and immediately after getting up. A hacking cough in today’s COVID-19 world can be problematic out in public. Fortunately, I was able to control it by taking Guafenesin (generic for Mucinex), but it took about an hour for the full effects to kick in. That changed on April 20. After the very first Cephalexin pill, no 24/7 hacking cough. Still to this day, over a month later.
  4. For the past five or so years, I have not been able to breathe through my nose. I went to my regular doctor as well as an allergist and and ENT. The only thing anyone said was the ENT. She stuck a camera through my nose and down into my throat. The only thing she found was a deviated septum (crooked nose). She asked me when I broke my nose but to the best of my knowledge, I never did. She wants to do a CT scan of my upper respiratory system and then schedule surgery to correct my crooked nose. That all changed on April 20. After the very first Cephalexin pill, I was back to breathing through my nose. Still to this day, over a month later.

I have been in dozens of medical research studies throughout my life, so I know that not every side effect reported during studies gets listed as side effects. The number of people reporting a side effect has to be statistically significant for the number of people in the study. So if there are 100 people in the study, and only one person reports a specific side effect, the researchers won’t list it, instead chalking it up to something the research subject forgot to tell us.

In some cases, when the side effect is very pronounced and widely distributed, new research studies are done to see if the side effect can be made useful. Rogaine comes immediately to mind. Rogaine is a brand name for minoxidil, which originally was being studied for hypertension. Unexpected male hair growth was a statistically significant side effect, leading to further research studies and — bam! — Rogaine!

I talked to both my doctor and the ENT. Neither of them believed that there was a cause and effect from the Cephalexin. Continued research on my part found that Cephalexin also is used for upper respiratory illnesses. It’s only good for bacteria, though, not viruses like the flu and COVID-19.

With that knowledge, I wondered if I have had an upper respiratory bacterial infection for the last twenty years.

I called the Urgent Care doctor to ask him about the side effects since he was the one who prescribed Cephalexin. He was amazed but also thought that there wasn’t a cause and effect.

Oh, well.

If my cough and breathing difficulties ever come back, I shall bite my fingernails until they bleed, down to the quick, and then stick them in a bucket of dirty water until they get infected. Then I shall go get another prescription for Cephalexin….

Another 48 margaritas and I should be good to go

I live in my own little world

My boredom exhibited in my previous post was due to an injured thumb on my right hand which prevented me from doing much of anything except sitting here with an ice pack on it and watching television.

I hate it when I can’t multi-task.Euphorbia tirucalli 'fire sticks'

I would like to say that a long cactus spine poked me under the nail and then I got Euphorbia ‘Sticks of Fire’ sap in it which caused it to swell up like a baseball. That didn’t happen.

Little Queen OliviaI would like to say that Little Queen Olivia mangled my thumb, giving me a good case of Cat Scratch Fever. That didn’t happen either.

What really happened is that, after 65 years 1 month and 11 days on this Earth, I still bite my fingernails. I sometimes (sometimes?) bite them so short that they start bleeding. Occasionally they get infected. That’s what happened. Doesn’t sound near as cool as the two previous scenarios….

This was not the first time I’ve gone through this, but it definitely was the worst. I have found throughout life that the best way for me to prevent this is to keep busy—work, gardening, playing with Little Queen Olivia, typing, playing the piano…. anything that keeps my hands out of my mouth….

Maybe I could wear a mask all the time!

The only reason I went to Urgent Care on Sunday was because the pain at the tip of my thumb was expanding into my whole thumb, my palm, the outside of my hand, and into two other fingers. I could not move my hand without severe pain.

I took an aspirin at 11:30 p.m. on Sunday. Thirty minutes later I was in worse pain. I took 2000 mg of acetaminophen. Thirty minutes later, worse still, so I took 800 mg of ibuprofen. Thirty minutes after that the pain had subsided enough that I was able to get in a catnap. Tells me a lot about aspirin, acetaminophen, and ibuprofen….

Normally, I would have gone to the 24/7 Urgent Care 1.9 miles down the road, but in these dystopian COVID-19 times we are living in, it’s not open 24/7. Neither are the other two within 10 miles of me. Additionally, Urgent Care doctors are not on premises right now because they all are needed at the hospitals. The first two Urgent Care’s told me to go to the hospital, which also has an Urgent Care, and which is where I eventually found myself.

When I finally saw a doctor at the hospital’s Urgent Care facility, he gave me a prescription for antibiotics, a prescription-strength Motrin, and a really cool reusable ice pack. He told me it would get worse before it got better and told me to come back in 24-48 hours if it didn’t get better. He also told me that for this kind of pain, ibuprofen only.

It got better, and it’s getting better. This, however, might be the event that convinces me to quit biting my fingernails.

Another 48 margaritas and I should be good to go again!

And no, I did not put a picture of my thumb on Facebook.

After reading about this nasty occurrence, I thought I should leave you with some beautiful pink flowers for your Wednesday.

Cactus flowers

My wise old grandmother taught me to share

My wise old grandmother

I had the need to go to Urgent Care yesterday morning.

There are three within 10 miles of me, two independent and one associated with a hospital, all normally open 24/7 but with reduced hours due to COVID-19.

I went to the closest one but they didn’t have any doctors on premises; they all were at hospitals.

The second one also didn’t have any doctors because they also all were are at hospitals.

The hospital-associated Urgent Care had a long wait because all their doctors were at the hospital. Fortunately, the hospital was right next door, but it does take time to finish with a hospital patient and walk over to Urgent Care.

There was a lady sitting across the aisle from me. Although she was talking on her phone very softly, I heard every word she said since we were the only two waiting.

When she said, “Honey, I really don’t give a flying fuck,” I realized that, after 65 years, one month, and 9 days on this Earth, I never have heard someone give a flying fuck. And I know the reason!

I believe I am the only one who has a flying fuck to give.

Well, no more!

Here you go.

It’s reusable, so give a flying fuck whenever you want!

My wise old grandmother taught me to share. You’re welcome.