My eyes are perfect and, I quote, “beautiful”. No signs of retina detachment, nor any indications of future problems. The doctor agreed with my diagnosis that the condition Emm is suffering from is clearly recessive and might just be linked to his color-blindness, as well.
Also, continuing with the good news, I am not dead.
But I think maybe someone has a Voodoo Doll of me. Seriously. I managed to get the Flu in summer (wtf?) and now have set a new standard for myself – 2 weeks of sick-leave taken in one month.
Best guess is I got a nasty bite on the Sunday before last, whilst trekking through the high grass in Lebanon, Oregon (basically the middle of nowhere). 3 nights later and my leg started to itch. By Thursday evening I was displaying this: Erythema Migrans. After being rushed to the ER (yippee), I got to sit around and listed to the nurses and doctors argue over the prognosis. One was certain I had cut myself and had a secondary infection. Another speculated a Brown Recluse bite. Nevertheless bemused, my PA circled the central edema and dotted around the outer ring with sharpie and prescribed Bactim.
After a day of antibiotics, the outer ring went away and looked something like this:
Okay, the center hadn’t shrunk that much. I took this on Saturday, on day 2 of antibiotics. But you can sorta imagine the rest. I also have a close-up, for those of you who love the medical stuff.
Anyway, continuing the story… I felt really icky (don’t fare well on antibiotics, being an organism myself) but didn’t start to show serious signs of an allergic reaction to the Bactrim until Monday afternoon. Hives creeping up all over me. Ugh. I’m telling you, someone has a Voodoo Doll of me!
Soo, we managed to get an appointment with my primary care doctor on Tuesday. ‘Nother yay. While the NP was convinced it was Lyme’s (as is my mother, an RN), the doctor remained unconvinced because:
“Lyme Disease does not occur in Oregon.”
Right-O. Mum started debating the statistics with him (I shan’t bore you, but you can do that yourself), and finally they agreed on a bet. Charming. $10 to the winner. His diagnosis: Brown Recluse bite. Mum’s: Lyme Disease. The NP then referred my case to a higher authority, OHSU Infectious Diseases, woohoo, and they’ll be the deciding vote. In the event of either prognosis being correct, I’ve been put on two weeks of Doxycycline. And, clearly it’s working, since I’m already nauseous and generally peaky.
Cheers. To lighten the mood a bit (and the slight annoyance over these two quarreling), I’m setting up my own informal poll… Just leave a comment to this post within the next week, and maybe there’ll be a random winner or two. You don’t need any medical experience (clearly the professionals aren’t doing too well), and it’ll keep me amused while I wait for Infectious Diseases to call.
The next post will have knitting or something interesting. I promise.