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  Comment by Sanlin — August 6, 2009 @ 7:15 pm

  "One pill makes you larger
  And one pill makes you small
  And the ones that mother gives you
  Don't do anything at all"–"White Rabbit," Jefferson Airplane

  "When I was a child, I had a fever.
  My hands felt just like two balloons.
  Now I've got that feeling once again.
  I can't explain, you would not understand.
  This is not how I am.”—“Comfortably Numb," Pink Floyd

  I’m sure you’ll remember that, one Easter, I came down with what I affectionately nicknamed the “death flu.” ^^ The kind, considerate, gentle and caring ER Room physicians almost put me into a pine box with their treatments and medicines. They administered around 4-5 days, straight, of the strongest antibiotics they could give me via needle—since my “hiding veins” wouldn’t permit them to use an IV drip. On top of that, they most considerately added a ‘freezing agent’/anesthetic to one of the shots… that I turned out to be allergic to… ^^ It's the only time I’ve ever had to “dial 911” and go back to the Emergency in an ambulance. Probably the most ill I’ve ever been in my life. It took me awhile to figure out that my additional ‘symptoms’ were the direct result of what the nurse had added to my antibiotic cocktail in her efforts to prevent the antibiotic shots from hurting as much when they were injected into my arm’s muscle tissue. I probably wouldn’t still be here, telling this tale, if it hadn’t been for a pharmacist that advised me to take probiotics to counterbalance the effects of what the antibiotics were doing to my digestive system and oral rehydration salts to rebalance the electrolytes in my system. If not for that, my body would have ‘shut down’ and I would have been an “ex-Parrot.” ($ to Monty Python. )

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