Grump, Drat! I nearly made the two month mark, but not quite. I took flagyl this time from 19 May through 17 July.
I found I was feeling a little too stressed at work and felt a bit toxic, so I thought maybe I'd killed whatever I could for the moment and needed a break. (I cheated and took no flagyl for two days when Arttile came into town, so I didn't have to worry if we had a drink or two at dinner.)
Again, my only reactions were many petechiae on my torso, forearms and thighs, a couple of moments of wobbly balance on turning my head quickly, one day of a little eyestrain in the eye that had the optic neuritis back in August 2005 and some noticeable change in my tinnitus, to the point it was sort of annoying in its constant change in 'volume' the last two days of flagyl. I tried to ride it out, figuring the flagyl was doing some good in that arena (finally), but it was too distracting to continue. I still have to work, after all.
I've grown accustomed to having a paycheck for a few decades and would be loathe to give it up.
So, I think it's time to hit the rifampin. Soon, soon.
I know you're going to get to this point one day, too. The time goes way faster than you think, and once you acclimate to downing all the pills and organizing your meds, you don't really think in terms of 'how soon can I end the treatment', but more like 'I'm going to do this til I think I've done all I can to kill this'. I was thinking I'd try it for a year, yet at the 33 month mark, I realize I'll have to give the rifampin a shot, then taper off with intermittent therapy and it'll be 2009 around the time I'm feeling ready to end the abx entirely.
I've got nothing but time now, so I don't mind. It sure beats the feeling of inexorable decline I had in August/September of 2005. I'd do whatever
it took to never feel that way again.
The difference between what we do and what we are capable of doing would suffice to solve most of the world’s problems. Mohandas Gandhi