Today marks a full three weeks since I got ill. I haven't gotten on the weighing scale for a few days now, so I don't know how much weight I've lost in total, but last count was 7kg.
It's day 3 of the antibiotics, I've passed the halfway mark. I managed to have a proper meal last night. I even managed to make it down to have dinner with everybody else. Achievement. I was so damn happy.
I slept through the night and didn't wake up starving every three hours like I have been. Achievement.
Everything was going really well until about lunchtime today. My stomach got uneasy again, I got really drowsy, and it was a huge blow to me.
I did the idiotic thing of Googling for other people's experience with Giardiasis. That was horrifying. People saying it never goes away, antibiotics didn't work...
Shite.
Julien came home and I was a mess. Crying about how I'm not feeling good, how I'm terrified the antibiotics won't work, how I can't have this keep happening every few months...
I honestly don't know how he's handled me these past three weeks. One of the reasons why it's been so tough on me is because of my emetophobia. Thanks to that, anything to do with my tummy makes me more anxious than it would someone who isn't emetophobic, and rule one of any tummy issue - DO NOT GET STRESSED. IT MAKES IT WORSE.
On top of that, Giardiasis makes you more emotional than you'd normally be because the parasites starve your body of nutrients. Really doesn't help that I'm emotional to begin with.
I am getting better. I can feel it. I'm definitely not messing about though. I'm going for tests after I'm done with the antibiotics to make sure these parasites are gone for good. I am not going through this again.
I think I feel guilty as well because it's my mother's birthday, and she wanted to have dinner out tonight but I got this immense craving for Chicken Rice so we're staying home and having that for dinner instead.
I just want this to be over with. I hate that it feels like I take one step forward and two steps back. I just want to keep moving forward.
I also hate that we have no idea where this came from. It's making me very paranoid.
The antibiotics are giving me this disgusting metallic taste in my mouth. Gross.
Stay healthy, guys. Seriously.
