Another 3 Months Gone...or...Time Keeps on Slipping into the Future

I would have to say thus far that 2012 has been a very interesting year with regards to my personal life, albeit in a miserable and excruciating way. In getting my labs back regarding my bout with Sepsis, I was informed that I had been infected with the heliobacterium Pylori. Known officially as Heliobacterium Pylori (makes sense doesn't it?), it lives in the stomach and is believed to be responsible for virtually all stomach ulcers.

It is pretty much a Third World bug that infects people-almost always-in adolescence. Mainly human to human through food preperation and/or poor hygeine it is rooted in human fecal matter...yep, it comes from human shit. In my case I probably caught in Israel, or Southern Lebanon, in my first couple of years in the army. I caught dysentery twice, cholera once and toxic shock syndrome from a sore under my arm from the Toyota seatbelt I used as a sling for my rifle (gosh I miss that Galil SAR. Why we switched to M16s I will never understand aside from our great deal from Uncle Toucan Fucken Sam. Thank G-D those days are ending now that we are back with an Israeli rifle, the TAR21, aka Tavor). Let us just say that sanitation both in my battalion's main camp at the time, Machaneh 80 (Camp 80), a former Jordanian Arab Legion camp in the Jordan Valley. As bad as it was though, it was asses and elbows better than most anything in Lebanon, gosh what a shit hole (sorry Arzi but the South WAS, this was less than 6 years after that country's latest civil war had begun, destroying the nation's negligible infrastrure.

Pylori rarely manifests at all, merely existing in symbiosis with its human host. For unknown reasons a tiny percentage of infected people will develop ulcers and other gastrointestinal disturbances. Those that do will do so deeply. I did not manifest but ignorantly took my physician's advice and began a 14 day regimen of Prevacid, a 3-in-1 protocol consisting of an antacid and 2 antibiotics.

One of the antibiotics in Prevacid is Amoxycillin. This is relevant because Amoxycillin is related to Penicillin, a medication that almost killed me before my alleegy to it was diagnosed (an incident that took place in the New Jersey State Prison System (NJ Dept of Corrections) as I was transiting the state reception system but alas, that interesting story is best left until I resume my Life Story entries). Needless to say Amoxycillin and I were less than happy together.

My first 3 days on Prevacid were hellish. Because of the acid reflux caused by the attack on Pylori I had, if you can somehow imagine it, hiccups that-upon reaching the top of my throat- metamorphisised into screaming dry heaves. The result was a 9 to 12 hour bout with my face hanging in the toilet. On the third day I threw in the towel and discontinued the Prevacid.

When it rains it pours...
 
That must have been a horrible ordeal. Even worse, it was preventable. It was already known that you are allergic to penicillin, yet the physician still put you on Prevacid. And you pointed out that prevacid contains Amoxycillin, a drug that is very similar to and is in the same class of antibiotics as to penicillin. It seems like this is something any physician should have know to check first and therefore should have known better than to do.

It sounds like Malpractice to me.

ps, I haven't forgotten about the John Allegro book. I am going down to eastern Oregon a little later today where I believe it is stored. Hopefully. I own more books than the local library so it is difficult to keep track of all of them.
 
You know Socko, I am considering litigation but truth be told she's a personal friend, am Assistant Professor of Medicine at 27, noone is perfect. Of course, if I wasn't financially set I probably would be at her insurer's throat. I just don't see a point of raising the kid's premiums. Malpractice is already a motherfucker of an albatross. As long as she is cognisant and remorseful I probably am not going to go through with it. On the book, I was watching a Vice video on Youtube about psychadelic truffles taking over the shroom market in Amsterdam (you would think that such a forward thinking place like Amsterdam would realise that a truffle is simply a mushroom that didn't break the surface due to inclement weather/adverse soil conditions, so that banning a shroom and leaving truffles alone comes off as arbitrary bar none. I was thinking of you and the book as I watched it. I got a fucken hardon seeing how 2 Turkish teetolars cornered the market there, I think their annual output is along the lines of 3,000 metric tonnes of truffles annually? I should develop my Kratom venture, I've let it wither in the hands of Rizza's mum. New inspiration for when I head home (still in NYC).
 
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