The First Round Of Antibiotics Didn t Wipe Out The E. Coli

The first round of antibiotics didn’t wipe out the E. coli so we had to call my boyfriend’s aunt. She was a kidney doctor, so I told him that if the bacteria in my urethra and bladder crawled up my ureters, he was going to have to drive me six hours north to her nephrology practice in Sacramento. The first time we spoke on the phone, she spelled out the names of a dozen different species of bacteria and together we called the urgent care center I had visited on Tuesday. After challenging the nurse’s credentials, my urinalysis was faxed to her office. She then wrote me a prescription for 200 mg cefpodoxime – â€Å"the big guns† my primary care physician later called it – after spending her Sunday afternoon on the phone with an infectious disease specialist and a half dozen pharmacists in the Valley. The pharmacy technician at Rite-Aid said she was the sweetest doctor who had called all week. She had a soft, feminine voice, an Ivy League sense of entitlement, and the persistence of a five-year-old. †¦ There are slot machines at baggage claim. A man with an uncanny resemblance to my father in his tattered XXL Patriots sweatshirt, cargo shorts, and Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville baseball cap is dropping quarters in the Elvis: The King Lives slot until the baggage carousel begins to turn. I am on the phone with Mike as him and his father drive in circles around McCarran International Airport searching for Gate E, but they can’t find it. I have already been sucked into the wormhole