... I have no secondary infection. I thought for sure I did. Because this is one of the worst damn colds I've had in a long time.
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It basically ate my entire week. I have done next to nothing and have only been out to go to the doctor, to pick up some more Advil and go to the bank. No gym, no nothing. Gym -- ha! Between the plugged-up ears (and resulting loss of equilibrium) and my barking cough, one jumping jack would put me in the hospital. Fortunately, I've had some work to do, so that provided some distraction.
I finally broke down and went to the doc on Wednesday, because I thought I might have an ear infection. She said no, but everything is swollen and inflamed because my sinuses, and I quote, are "filled with crap." I also told her I haven't been able to sleep because of my cough, so she gave me a scrip for cough medicine + codeine, and suggested I use saline nasal rinse. Oh, joy. Ever pour warm salt solution up your nose? It's about as much fun as it sounds.
More good news: John did not come down with this, this week. I hope the germs escaped him and aren't merely incubating. He needs to be healthy for his angiogram next Friday. On Thursday, he has an appointment with an attorney to make out a living trust/medical directive. If the unspeakable happens, I will be responsible for decisions about his care, and also inherit his estate. Scares the freaking hell out of me, honestly. But if he loves and trusts me enough to do that, then I need to honor it. It's not like we think anything is going to happen; it's more like a worst-case scenario. Because if something did happen and he didn't have any sort of wishes stated, everything he has would go into probate, and then whatever didn't get sucked up by the lawyers would end up with his next of kin. NO WAY. I can just see his vulture sister swooping in, plundering his bank accounts and claiming his Waterford crystal.
Anyway, enough of that. I feel a little better, although pretty tired and listless. My ears are still pluggy. And my cough, while at bay during the day, bursts into full cry at night. The first night with the codeine syrup, I took the instructed one teaspoon. Oh, please. That did nothing. So I took another teaspoon, fell asleep for about an hour, then woke up coughing my brains out. Took a third teaspoon and then slept for the rest of the night. So last night, I cut to the chase and just took a freaking tablespoon. Fell asleep, but woke up four hours later... you guessed it, coughing my brains out. I give up. I guess I'm stuck with this for as long as it takes. I don't think I'm contagious anymore; these are just the dregs, although they're taking their sweet time wearing off.
So on with the tea w/honey and Airborne, the Advil, and the sleep whenever I can snatch it in between bouts of gagging on my own lungs. And hopefully, I can get back to real life soon. And play, dammit!
Have a great weekend, y'all.
It basically ate my entire week. I have done next to nothing and have only been out to go to the doctor, to pick up some more Advil and go to the bank. No gym, no nothing. Gym -- ha! Between the plugged-up ears (and resulting loss of equilibrium) and my barking cough, one jumping jack would put me in the hospital. Fortunately, I've had some work to do, so that provided some distraction.
I finally broke down and went to the doc on Wednesday, because I thought I might have an ear infection. She said no, but everything is swollen and inflamed because my sinuses, and I quote, are "filled with crap." I also told her I haven't been able to sleep because of my cough, so she gave me a scrip for cough medicine + codeine, and suggested I use saline nasal rinse. Oh, joy. Ever pour warm salt solution up your nose? It's about as much fun as it sounds.
More good news: John did not come down with this, this week. I hope the germs escaped him and aren't merely incubating. He needs to be healthy for his angiogram next Friday. On Thursday, he has an appointment with an attorney to make out a living trust/medical directive. If the unspeakable happens, I will be responsible for decisions about his care, and also inherit his estate. Scares the freaking hell out of me, honestly. But if he loves and trusts me enough to do that, then I need to honor it. It's not like we think anything is going to happen; it's more like a worst-case scenario. Because if something did happen and he didn't have any sort of wishes stated, everything he has would go into probate, and then whatever didn't get sucked up by the lawyers would end up with his next of kin. NO WAY. I can just see his vulture sister swooping in, plundering his bank accounts and claiming his Waterford crystal.
Anyway, enough of that. I feel a little better, although pretty tired and listless. My ears are still pluggy. And my cough, while at bay during the day, bursts into full cry at night. The first night with the codeine syrup, I took the instructed one teaspoon. Oh, please. That did nothing. So I took another teaspoon, fell asleep for about an hour, then woke up coughing my brains out. Took a third teaspoon and then slept for the rest of the night. So last night, I cut to the chase and just took a freaking tablespoon. Fell asleep, but woke up four hours later... you guessed it, coughing my brains out. I give up. I guess I'm stuck with this for as long as it takes. I don't think I'm contagious anymore; these are just the dregs, although they're taking their sweet time wearing off.
So on with the tea w/honey and Airborne, the Advil, and the sleep whenever I can snatch it in between bouts of gagging on my own lungs. And hopefully, I can get back to real life soon. And play, dammit!
Have a great weekend, y'all.