Two tablets, 200 mg each and I feel so much better.
The assault on my body by valley fever happened on Tuesday.
Increasingly, my body had been feeling off.
Head bursting, heart pounding at my chest,
my usually normal blood pressure shooting up,
to where the machine was not able to read it.
I felt, literally, a body under attack.
It was as though some foreign entity had taken hold of it.
Pushing my body into a state of emergency.
I pushed for fluconazole.
I used the example of my former client's dog, Berlina.
Berlina was a schnauzer, one of the best looking schnauzers I ever saw.
She had a bout of pancreatitis, blinding the vets to her real situation.
Three vets, several visits, treatments, nothing worked.
She became sicker and sicker, reduced to skin and bones.
At the end, she was not able to eat.
They tried a feeding tube, and she pulled it out.
That weekend, I was not at work but I received a message.
I conveyed it to the client, "change vet or she is going to die."
My client did, the vet suspected Valley fever on the spot.
Blood tests revealed it was valley fever.
With anti-fungal medication, Berlina recovered almost instantly.
That was when we bonded.
I would go to work in the morning.
And she would come to me, and let me hold her.
She was like a sick child.
When it was time for me to retire, I stretched it for months.
After I retired, I visited her twice a week, bringing her to my house,
until her daughter had a baby and did not want me there with my dogs.
Having my own dogs two years later did change the scenario.
Whatever it is that prompted the doctor to heed my request,
for immediate treatment, I am grateful.
Now with seven days treatment and power of inner healing,
I will beat this.
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