So we head off to the Dr. I brought the bloody pillowcase too, because I didn't want anyone to think I was not being honest...or exaggerating. They took more blood, swabbed my nose for the flu and then made me wait for what felt like FOREVER. This Dr (third one) seemed the most concerned with getting me better...maybe it was because I had been in three times in ten days. I was so frustrated and tired and sick to my stomach from tasting blood that I got teary. She came back in and told me I didn't have the flu (um, duh) and that my white count had stayed the same (which I guess it shouldn't have because of the anti-biotics). So she thought it wasn't bacterial...but she didn't want me to stop the antibiotic...just finish them out. But she did give me some steroids to help...something? The one thing that caught her eye was that my mono something-or-others(?) jumped WAY up...which she took as a sign that whatever I have is being compounded by mono. fun Stuff.
Oh and the throat bleeding? She thinks while I was sleeping my throat/tonsils/hangy down thingy dried out a little...then I swallowed and tore some of the skin(?) off. Yummy. (Not sure if any of this makes medical sense...I was a little dazed while talking to her) The one good thing about all this? The Lorotab...it makes me crazy dizzy and nauseated but I sleep like a baby when I'm on it.
(You might think it is weird, blogging when I don't feel well...but it is WAY easier to type it once than tell it 5 or 6 times over the phone...especially when my throat hurts as bad as it does)