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I've had a couple of rounds with thrush. My doctors first want to give me an antifungal mouthwash with lidocaine. In my experience, it does fine at numbing the mouth, but not as well as an antifungal pill for actually making the thrush go away.
My IBS has been miserable the last few weeks. I may have to take up kombucha, kefir and god knows what.
Moms always talk about using gentian violet for thrush. It works pretty well and you can get it at Walgreens.
eta: i have three bottles at home but that doesn't help you much, David.
Moms always talk about using gentian violet for thrush. It works pretty well and you can get it at Walgreens.
Good to know, though, Stephanie.
gentian violet
This sounds right out of Star Trek
gentian violet
This sounds right out of Star Trek
Last night Hec and I were speculating on possibly trying a course of dittany, which Wikipedia tells me is good for digestive troubles as well as when you've been Splinched.
So it's Thrush and I don't get the Difulcan, but the super nast mouthwash-and-swallow Nystatin. Which is what they gave me when I first got Thrush, 14 years ago. But at least it works.
He almost tried to send me out of there with a tongue scraper and a pat on the back but fuck that shit! I want the nasty medicine!
Moms say nystatin is about totally worthless and it was for Sammy. That's why we went with the GV because the thrush came back with nystatin. Anyway, maybe since you are an adult you will be better at accepting the nasty stuff.
Hec, I hope the nasty mouthwash works quickly.
I went to the farmer's market. There wasn't any veg yet, other than some lettuce, which I didn't need. I ended up with some goat cheese, some cows milk cheese, two cake pops, and a scone. There was also lots of plants and a beef vendor.
In other medicated news, we took Ryan to the doctor this morning to get his four-years-old vaccinations. He got two shots, one in each arm. (One for diphtheria/tetanus/pertussis/polio, the other for measles/mumps/rubella.) In order to prep him for the idea, we'd mentioned to him last week that sometimes doctors give medicines with needles, and over the weekend, he accompanied his grandparents to watch them get their flu shots. (Which he found somewhat upsetting.)
He knew we were going to the doctor of course, but we hadn't told him what for, as I didn't want him obsessing about it beforehand. Nonetheless when we parked, he asked me, "Daddy, is the doctor going to give me a needle today?" He's a pretty smart kid. Biyi and I got our flu vaccinations first, to help put him at ease. I'd been concerned, as his 18-month vaccination had not gone well. As it happens, there was nothing to worry about. He took the first vaccination stoically; he was even smiling during the second one. Brave little boy. (He got a chocolate car to eat afterwards.)
He's now at childcare. He marched right in, announced, "Hey everybody, I went to the doctor and got my vaccinations!", and started showing off his band-aids to the other kids. Trauma: averted.