>Cipro robbed me of my career, my identity, and my 20s. I've never quite fully recovered or found a job I loved as much/was as good at as playing guitar. That'

>Cipro robbed me of my career, my identity, and my 20s. I've never quite fully recovered or found a job I loved as much/was as good at as playing guitar. That's horrible, I'm sorry. Have a similar story to yours but early adolescence. More severe, but full physiological recovery after years. The life knock-on effects however remain, and those can hurt more than any physical pain. Having your life ruined by a rare side effect—especially one that's not outwardly visible—is like being run over by an invisible bus. You're road kill, and yet nobody gives a shit, just another statistic. Worse yet is when you're met with incredulity by the bus driver (in this case medical professionals) as to whether you were actually run over in the first place. Without going into too much detail, I had a physician refer me to a pediatric psychiatrist on the basis that I was somehow imagining my symptoms, only to later to be completely vindicated by hard diagnostics proving severe, life-threatening illness. It disturbs me to think of kids that weren't as lucky.