Last night, I remembered that in one of the bottles of A.leve that I keep everywhere (home, purse, office), at some point I stowed some amoxicillin pills I had left over from an ear infection, I think in college (and I graduated in 2003!). I kept them because my ears always got so horrible before I even made it to the doctor, but in the ensuing years I've been able to stave them off with su.dafed. I think when I was moving I didn't want extra bottles, so I put the pills together because I knew I could tell them apart...? This morning I dug through all the bottles and found them. I had three.
I have no idea whether penicillin products lose their effectiveness (or turn into poison!) over time, and I am not even going to look into whether this is the case, because I don't really care. I am also not going to look up the timing and dosage of amoxicillin for CM, although I believe it's explained in TCOYF. Instead, this morning I took one of them. Tomorrow I will take another, and the third on Saturday. I do not expect an improvement (actually, if there were one, it would make it difficult to determine why). There certainly has been no improvement in the few hours since I took the first one.
Maybe I'll get a yeast infection - never had one of those, so I can add it to the list. Maybe I'll die. Too bad. I have a tiny sliver of power - the medical community inadvertently left me with a few unsupervised antibiotic pills, and I am going to use them to maximum effect. Or, whatever effect is available.
UPDATE [please ignore lack of returns, blogger hates my update and won't display them]
I recognize my prior post might indicate that I'm opposed to more treatments and drugs. I dislike both treatments and drugs (also doctors), but I am willing to deal with them, or at least under protest. My true complaint is that the more treatments are necessary, the less they are likely to work. Shinejil is of course right: the wild emotion comes from a loss of control. (I actually said this on a comment on another blog. See, great minds!)
I don't think the problem is actually my RE, BTW - I am sure she is capable of analyzing and coming up for a treatment for CM problems. She already told me to schedule a consult after my first tamoxifen cycle and I am sure she will take note (especially since I will be hysterical on that subject). The problem is that I want to stop being extra-defective RIGHT NOW. Infertile and riddled with adhesions, with constant indigestion? Yawn. I am willing to deal with the fact that I am sick. With serenity (OK, comparative serenity, some of the time), I accept that my cysts have always been larger than anyone ever told me and I have more of them; that I was diagnosed with adenomyosis years ago and never told; that I have cervical lesions; that I have a polyp I never knew about and that will be an additional surgery.
But there are some things I won't let go and for whatever reason this is one of them. I have been this sick for years and I have always had healthy normal CM and I am not willing to let it go. Won't accept it. Not negotiable. I also would not accept it if I stopped menstruating. Rational responses are not adequate, and I am taking control back or so help me I will die trying. I am well aware that this is unhealthy and spiritually unsound but I have been healthy and spiritually sound enough and if all the crap I've dealt with peaceably hasn't been sufficient then that's just too bad.
So in addition to the amoxicillin (took the second one today!), I've kept taking the B6 and I walked over two miles each way in the heat to the store last night to get some M.ucinex...1200mg extra-strength slow release. Sounds powerful, right? Also, I ate about a quarter-pound of baby carrots (I'll explain that one another time).
It has helped...almost not at all. In that I can tell the difference from before, fine, but three months ago, I would have charted today and yesterday as "st" and not even considered "sl." So, I found out there's a store in the area that sells pre-seed - apparently you don't need a prescription. Maybe I'll send the DH for that today. I am aware that my efforts are counter-productive because the goal is not the semblance of health but health. Again too bad...health itself is unattainable anyway, and I endured an HSG and an SHG and a colposcopy that were awful and supposed to be diagnostic and one or all of them has apparently lacerated my cervical crypts? This is my reward for being brave and doing what I was told. Unacceptable. This afternoon, I shall scour the internet for more treatments for CM deficiency, since in the last week I have taken all the ones of which I am currently aware.