As I type this, my cat is lying pressed up against the side of my head like a giant Princess Leia bun gone wrong. I have no idea how I might ever have contracted a bacterial infection that lives in felines. Really.
I’m due to fill you in on what happened with the Cat Scratch Fever, etc. Have finished the antibiotics now, but have been feeling too crappy to update here.
Or maybe that’s an update in itself.
I did, however, have one heck of a Herx reaction, so clearly the antibiotics did something (they also gave me a bad case of diarrhea, some intestinal burning, and a yeast infection, but I won’t write that. Because who puts “yeast infection” on the internet? Not me). So we’re now in the “hope that alleviated some of the burden on my overtaxed immune system” camp, and crossing our fingers that my overall improvement speeds up just a little from what it was before.
I came out of the antibiotics and pretty much right into a mild crash (phone call that went unexpectedly long), so I can report with some confidence that I’m still stuck with the swollen glands and ill feelings and burning head and stuff that we were hoping might have been more of a Cat Scratch Fever thing. So all in all, I haven’t yet noticed any antibiotic-related change outside of a couple days of feeling like death and a couple weeks of feeling extra crappy. But it does feel good to know those little buggers are out of my circulatory system. I certainly didn’t need that on top of everything else. So I’m celebrating, even if the effects are impressively subtle thus far.
Who needs the lottery anyway. I’d probably just become the obnoxious nouveau riche of the health world, spending my energy on showy things and crass displays of fitness.
In somewhat other news, we’ve been told that cats are generally only contagious for about 30 days before their immune systems give the bacteria the boot, and my only exposure to fleas or newly-acquired kittens is either 3 or 6 years ago. Definitely not in the last two years at least. Having a fleet of soft, purring kittens deposited on my chest while bed ridden has always sounded like a fantastic road to rehabilitation, but so far nobody’s taken me up on that. So my exposure has been somewhat limited. …Which means I really have had this infection for the last 2 – 6 years at least. Ack. We may need to confirm in a while that it’s actually gone. Apparently for some lucky folks, it can come back for another pass or twelve.
And I am impressively lucky with those kinds of things.