Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away!
Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate!
I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die.
I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive.
As you can tell from my quote of Eminem's 'My Name is' lyrics...I've been sick.
If you can get through my personal life blather I explain how I dealt with this while in Mexico.
I had fevers, chills, night sweats, racing heartbeat, and several other symptoms I can't describe here because my brother reads this blog.
I thought it was my Graves Disease because I'm a dumb slut when it comes to taking my medication. It's like this, okay? When I hit the proper baseline I'm supposed to take half a pill every other day to stay there. I'm EXTREMELY sensitive to the pills so I have to go easy on them, because being sent from hyperthyroidism (metabolism too fast) to hypothyroidism (metabolism too slow) is a hellish nightmare of fatigue, brain fog, and gaining literal pounds every day when you barely eat anything.
Who the fuck can remember to take a pill EVERY OTHER DAY. I don't have a brain that powerful. Just ask my staff. They have to remind me of who I hate all the time so I don't accidentally work with them again.
Anyway, racing heart is a major symptom so I started treating with my medication and thought I was getting better. Thought I could do a workout today. Thought wrong.
I could barely drag my ass out of bed, and the chills were gone but the fever was drowning me in sweat. I figured I'd at least take a shower.
Note: Hot water in Mexico is a privilege, not a right. And I demanded it because I can't take cold showers. I can't even deal with tepid showers. I just won't stay under the water.
We made sure this place had hot water on demand after staying at many hotels and an Air BnB that did not provide it. The Air BnB said they had hot water when we asked. Then when I complained he said to shower in the afternoon and it should be warm enough. Huh? "The tank is on the roof and it's black. That's how you get hot water."
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Anyway, this place legit had hot water so long as we keep the propane tank full. And it's $400 pesos every few months to fill it. ($20). So yeah.
I found that one handle of the tap didn't turn at all and the other could be turned. This had a big C on it. So I knew it would be caliente. First few showers, fine.
Then the mineral build up hid the letters and I turned the other handle with ease. So I thought that was caliente. But it never got hot. I thought our propane was out, so I tested on the stove and we still had some. My mom said she had used up all the hot water to do laundry.
Oh. Okay. I barely cleaned myself in icicle water and moved on with my life.
Next shower: Ice fucking cold. 'Oh, I took a shower this morning.' 😐
Okay, I could not deal with another cold shower so I tested the water every day. It never warmed up. There was always a reason. But now I'm sick, I smell because my Graves Disease is acting up and massive amounts of sweat will eventually become unpleasant. I told my mom the day before: I NEED TO SHOWER IN HOT WATER. I'M SICK. DO NOT USE ANY HOT WATER!
"Oh, you can just come down and use my shower. I always have hot water." Yeah, like I want to haul my sick slippery naked ass up and down 26 stairs when I'm just trying to recover.
Well she didn't use any hot water. I HAVE to have hot water, right? Wrong. I let it run for ten minutes. So I figured I needed to tell the landlord something got disconnected or some shit. I took my brutal icicle shower then when I shut it off it finally occurred to me to try the other tap.
Yeah. I'm really that stupid. Don't laugh at me. I'm sick.
I finally got clean enough to leave the house and I told my mom to come to the pharmacy with me so I can get UTI test strips, because this is more than Graves Disease at this point. The pharmacy is around the corner from us.
They didn't have the strips I wanted. They wouldn't prescribe Cipro without a prescription. I thought antibiotics were given freely here, but either that's just for the gringos doing border crossings, or they changed the rule to prevent the antibiotic resistance crisis that was on the horizon.
I pleaded, I don't have a doctor. I don't know how I can get a prescription. They said to go next door. ?
Yeah, so there's a doctor's office attached to the pharmacy and she took down my symptoms as translated by my mom and gave me a more appropriate script than my shot in the dark after some Web MD search.
The consultation was $70 pesos. $3.50 😵
I started my prescription and I'm pretty sure the lack of proper showers for so long really did give me a UTI because my symptoms matched.
I'm dead on my feet, but I need to try to do my work. I'll take all the pills and hopefully get better. If not...then it might be that the aggressive uterine cancer that runs in the family has decided to get me out of the way early (my mom is literally the only woman in the family to ever survive it). I'm confident enough that it's not that not to worry.