antibiotics = terrible

A few weeks ago, around my birthday, I became quite ill, in about a thousand different ways...
On the weekend that I first started to feel 'under the weather' (such a euphemism in this scenario), I was getting a bit of a cold, but it seemed to leave me, so the next day I decided to go to my boyfriend's house.
The night that I was there, we decided to go and see a film, I felt quite anxious and odd. (I later learnt this is called an 'aura' when about to get a migraine.
When we got home and went to bed, I felt extreme pressure building on my nasal bridge and temples, I felt like I was about to explode, but I didn't seem to have anything blocking my nose...
Eventually I fell asleep. The next morning I woke up with the worst period pain I have ever had in my life, topped off with a migraine. That day I was meant to be finishing an essay, which is an extremely difficult task when you feel that awful.
The migraine finally left me the next day, however by then the flu had made it's way back into my life. Essay still not completed, however I decided it would be easier to write when blocked up and snotty, rather than with a migraine, so that Thursday night I stayed up until 4am writing it. By this stage I had been prescribed antibiotics, mega huge 1gram ones.
Friday, 8am wake, sister's graduation ceremony and lunch + a glass of wine.
Felt completely awful.
The illness went away, but now, two weeks on, I've been attacked by something so lovely, from the antibiotics, which won't go away.

This. Is. Shit.