After a week of the trots, I was pretty run down. I thought I had it beaten on Monday, but on Tuesday it returned. That same morning my medical app relayed to me an invitation to make an appointment with my GP to discuss the pathology results of the specimens submitted on Friday. All appointments not requiring face to face contact, are now to be telephone consultations. This suited me fine. The earliest I could get was midday yesterday. Fair enough.
Over the phone, Mehdi told me I had a dose of Campylobacter. It hadn’t been a reaction to the Cephalexin prophylaxis. I had concluded that if it was not that, I probably had a dose of Bacillus cereus so this was a bit of a surprise. It had not after all been caused by the antibiotic nor by me leaving my fried rice unrefrigerated too long, but by direct faecal contamination. This got me off the hook and pretty surely put the blame on whoever assembled the ham and egg burger I had for.breakfast after picking up Lyn at the airport the previous week. The incubation time fit perfectly. Exonerated. Though I may have miscalculated the lag time on cooling rice, I am pretty fastidious in my personal hygiene and food handling.
The diagnosis was a relief for another reason. When the symptoms had persisted beyond the usual two or three days, I had begun to fear my kidneys had failed at last.
Treatment is not usually required, but since I’d had the runs over a week Mehdi prescribed three doses of Azithromycin. I had assumed he would be able to fax/email the script through to my pharmacy here in Woorim, but it seems such is not permissible under Queensland law.
So I had to drive all the way to Woodford to collect the prescription. Time and travel saved by a phone consultation: nil.