My body retaliated against me for complaining about my Penicillin allergy by rejecting the Azithromycin prescribed to me for strep throat. The morning after I took my first antibiotic I woke up covered in a rash. I stopped taking the medication and was prescribed a new one, but by the next morning I looked ten times worse and was having asthma trouble (still not sure if it was related). I had my husband take me to the emergency room to get checked out.
My body was still rejecting Azithromycin, which I’ve taken at least a dozen times before, and not the new antibiotic. The ER doctors thought nothing further needed to be done. Tonight my body is STILL rejecting the drug. I am still covered in hives from a pill I took on Wednesday.
My kids have been very disturbed by my rash. When the kids woke up the morning I ended up in the ER, I was wearing a sweatshirt over my hives. When we got home, I took off the sweatshirt and scared the crap out of Rose.
“Mommy, put your sweatshirt back on! I don’t like those!” She kept cuddling me and getting upset whenever too much skin showed. “No! Wear your sweatshirt! You’re too scary!”
I told my husband I couldn’t run an errand because I’d scare people who might think I was contagious with a rash like that.
Lily heard this and keeps coming up to me and saying “Mommy! You can’t go out in public like that! You’ll scare people!”
And that’s what you get when you publicly whine about having to explain your Penicillin allergy to all your doctors: You get the pleasure of dealing with hives and explaining to doctors that you are allergic to Penicillin AND Azithromycin. At least my raging fever is gone and Rose’s appetite is back. Thank you, antibiotics, for both the cure and the curse.