As my leg infection treatment has not progressed as well as I had hoped, my doctor prescribed two new antibiotics. One of them, called Cipro, has some scary warnings, especially having to do with tendon ruptures. I have taken the prescription as directed for the weekend, but I am going to see the doctor early Monday, and I will express my concerns and see if there is an alternative I can try. I already have lost a lot of my exercise benefits from being ill; I do not want to be so terrified that I no longer can take a walk or do a little light lifting.
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In about 15 minutes I am supposed to receive my last antibiotic infusion. I guess that means I am cured.
In my health care team my Polish-Japanese (but American born) personal physician has turned over my care for the moment to my Indonesian physician, who has authorized the stopping of my antibiotic, but is juggling my medications, though so far nothing has fallen to the floor.
Human beings are social animals, We gather in flocks, herds, packs, and gaggles. Wolves gather in packs to hunt deer; deer gather in herds in the hope that a wolf will eat a different deer.
The Lutheran pack/flock gathers to cut, chop, and haul wood, which they donate to the poor and the elderly so they can burn it in wood stoves and fireplaces for warmth. Last Wednesday, I gathered with the plack, as I usually do, but about half way into the session I suddenly felt very weary. I could have prayed, but I went home early, and the next day when my left calf was very red, swollen, and painful, my HMO’s Advise Nurse said to get myself into the clinic, and my wife drove/ferried me to the mainland where the clinic sits. My doctor examined my calf, said, “It looks like you have a respectable infection,” and sent me to have some blood tests and prescribed some antibiotics for me. He just chose some general antibiotics; I am supposed to take some pills by the prescribed schedule; I am supposed to call his office on Monday, when the results are back, and he can decide whether to modify the prescription. He also prescribed some strong pain killers which pleasantly knocked me out last night.
As we drove back from the clinic I remembered Don McClean’s iconic song “This American Pie” and wondered if “This’ll be the day that I die.”
So you will have to tune in next week to see if I am still alive.