Tinidazole, Day 2.
Tinidazole is nasty.
What is in that medication?!
The bitter taste in my mouth was horrible yesterday. It was making me feel really nauseated last night, just because there was no escape from the taste. Even breathing made me taste it. Ew, ew, ew!
It’s lessened today, but still there somewhat. Today it’s at least more manageable. Yesterday I couldn’t even eat because all I tasted was bitter metallic grossness.
Right at the 24 hour mark Henry started nursing again. Thank goodness! Ada says that my milk still tastes bad, but Henry was happy to nurse all night like normal. He was really miserable yesterday morning when he couldn’t nurse. It was so pathetic. He kept crying and just laying his face on my boob.
He loves to eat, but this made it obvious how much nutrition he’s still getting from breast milk. He definitely was not interested in eating enough to make up for the lack of breast milk.
I had gross giardia poop yesterday afternoon and evening. One of which I collected as the second stool sample. It was much nastier than the first sample I took. I feel sorry for the lady who opened that cup. I think the tinidazole had something to do with that, perhaps.
I waited until Tyler got home from work last night to watch the kids so I could take the stool sample to the lab alone.
This time I gave the lady (a different one than yesterday) the sample cup in the biohazard bag and she looked at my paperwork and commented about the giardia. I told her that we had actually already looked at a sample under the microscope a few days ago and saw giardia and this was just for the doctor to confirm and check for anything else.
She got so excited and said she couldn’t wait to look at it later tonight after things from the ER slowed down.
At least it was less embarrassing than last time. Sort of.
Ok not really.
I feel a little less weird knowing I’m not the only person that finds looking at gross stuff under microscopes fascinating.
Last night my intestines felt very quiet. Usually they are sort of like a coffee maker inside, buzzing and vibrating, moving. That’s a good sign, I think.
I’m still terrified the medication won’t work. This morning I feel kind of crampy and gassy, but it’s hard to say if that’s because I just 2000mg of an antibiotic I took or if it’s the giardia. Time shall tell. I haven’t had any other horrible side effects though. I am happy about that. Just the bad taste in my mouth, breastmilk bitterness, and a little nausea but nothing life altering. More of just an “ugh” feeling than anything.
I told my mom that I felt kind of bad just murdering all of the giardia. I took such good care of those little creatures for twelve years! We’ve been together so long!
She pointed out how insane that sounded. She’s right. But looking at them swimming around on under a microscope, well they are kind of cute.
The poops though. Yuck. They are evil, nutrient sucking bastards who want to ruin my life.
I must be mentally deranged to feel bad for killing them.
I’m anxious to see how I feel over the next few days as the tinidazole clears my system. The bitter taste has been rapidly lessening all morning while I’ve been trying to write this entry, so I guess that’s a good sign. I really don’t want to ever take this stuff again.