If the Levaquin didn't clear it up, they should've started you on Ofloxacin with a shot of Ceftriaxone in the butt.
OK, so far it was:
Wait about a week to get into to see GP, thinking I had a hernia
GP prescribes 10 days of levofloxacin and I go get ultrasounds
They say it's epididymitis
Pain improves, but ~4 days after I finish the full 10 days, the pain comes back
GP prescribes another 7 days of levofloxacin
Pain comes back 3-4 (?) days into the prescription
So I called them on a Wednesday, because the pain was CLEARLY back, and I only had pills until Friday, and I was thinking of trying to get an appt before the weekend. I call; leave a message for the nurse. Nurse calls me back early Thursday. We talk, and they get me a referral for Urology. They tell me to call them immediately to set up an appointment, so I do. And this is where the
"WTF?" started.
Urology tells me:
"hmmm...we're really booked...not sure when we can get you in". At first it looked like the wait was going to be 2-3 weeks, but they manage to get me in 11 days from the day I called them.
I ask the lady on the phone what the hell I'm supposed to do for the next 11 days. Her answer was 1) we can't give you any advice/direction until you have your first visit with us, and 2) if the pain gets worse, either call your GP back, or go to the ER.
Well, FUCK going to the ER if I can help it, so I call the GP's office back. They never answer; goes to voice mail. I hang up and call front desk. I try to explain to the lady what's going on, and she cuts me short and tells me she'll forward me to the nurse...and it goes right back to the same fucking voicemail.
Nurse eventually calls me back. I tell her what the situation is. I don't want to hang in fucking limbo for 11 days with an infection in my fucking testicle. She tells me...that she's going to try messaging the Dr to ask him what to do. It's now Friday. I don't even know if the Dr was in the office. She did not call me back again. I called the line a couple of times; got the voicemail but didn't leave a message because I was angry.
I was absolutely expecting to be in pain all weekend. But..miraculously...I was only 'sore'. I was not bent over in pain.
Nurse calls me back on Monday. We talk. I do the stupid thing, and instead of lying to her and telling her that I was in severe agony (I wasn't) I tell her the truth that the pain wasn't bad over the weekend. So she takes the opportunity to tell me....
"weeell...let's see how it goes...if it gets worse, call us back, or..." (you guessed it)
"...go to the ER"
Well, fuck my tits. A whole lot of fucking wasted time to tell me what I'd already been told, and had to just fucking put up with it until the Urology appointment. EDIT: so spent a bit over a week just gritting my teeth and trying to ignore the discomfort/soreness. I did a lot of walking/climbing around in a food plant that week, which was A TON OF FUCKING FUN with this, LOL.
So Urology was today. Once I saw the Urologist, the appointment was...MAYBE...5m long. Drop trousers, hmmm, 'yeah infection'.
This Dr tells me that he doesn't do anything less than 30 days of antibiotics to start (I guess?), and that the 10+7 was too shirt/intermittent. He also said he was going to prescribe something else (started with 'doxy'? so maybe doxycycline?). Oh, and take lots of ibuprofin I think? For swelling I guess.
No Ceftriaxone though (?)
The Pharmacy couldn't get it ready today, so I have to bounce over there tomorrow. But I think I had like 3 different people tell me to stay out of the fucking sun while on this shit, and I couldn't help but think
"IDGAF about getting sunburnt, people, I'm just tired of this [now]-intermittent pain/discomfort, and I don't want my fucking testicles to rot away"
One thing that started in the last 10-12 days, was that my fucking hips have been sore
AS FUCK. No idea why. Maybe it was the Levaquin? I dunno. But I asked the urologist and he was just like
"Yeah, no idea, but that's not from this"
Hard to even scrape together a fuck to give at this point, LOL