Sulfa and me

For two decades, I had reported to doctors that I am allergic to sulfa – until one informed me that really I should say I was sensitive because I do not get a life-threatening anaphylactic reaction. So for the following decades I have been telling them the modified “sensitive” assessment. Well . . .  when I found out I had a UTI and the doctor said sulfa was the drug of choice and asked what did I remember from close to 60 years ago about the sulfa situation. Not much, although I think my parents said my fever went up after each dose. I guess there was more to it than that.

Yesterday morning, after three doses, I started to feel nauseated. And then I threw up and thought, “Okay, that’s that; now I’ll call the doctor and leave the message that I’m suspending taking it.” I got nauseated again; I puked. I felt a little shaky and rested and then I got really, really urgently nauseated and while I was hurrying to the bathroom  – and considering stopping off at the kitchen sink – two things happened. Summer yelled, “Grandma’s going to throw up,” and Der Bingle walked in the door.

It was not pretty. It was violently projectile  . . . Good thing it happened here and not where it could have been documented for “People of Walmrt.”

Then I found a nice soft and horizontal place under afghans and stayed there the night. I think I feel better

 

4 thoughts on “Sulfa and me”

  1. I am allergic to Penicillin. The deathly type of allergy. Gasp gasp… I can’t breathe…. croak type of allergy.

    I think I’d go back to saying I was allergic to sulfa drugs if I were you.

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