But the cure is definitely not more cowbell. In fact, it is doxicyclene.
I will never ever again declare that I was excited about finding out I had a fever, even if it does affirm my feelings of sickness. Because, I am really sick. Two trips to the doctor, a trip to a specialist, blood tests, and tears, we have found out I have Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever.
Sounds gross, right? Lets just say I would never wish it upon anyone. Yesterday was the first day in more than 10 days that I didn't have a fever!
Hopefully, I am finally on the right medicine to clear up the problem. If you ever know in your heart that something is really wrong, don't let a doctor talk you into thinking you have a virus or an ear infection. Be persistent. If Derek and I hadn't bullied my doctor into sending me to a specialist ASAP, I would still be on the wrong medication and getting much, much sicker.
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At least it's not Korean Mystery Death Flu.
Whenever I hear "Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever" I get the John Denver song "Rocky Mountain High" stuck in my head.
Hope you're feeling better!
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