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I. HATE. THIS. COLD.
Urgh, I've never been this ill when I was back home. Usually, I just have bronchitis and end up with a bad cough and a sore throat for a week. I've been suffering from this chest cold infection for almost two weeks and a half. At first, it was just a simple sinus infection with a stuffy nose, now the shit has migrated to my chest and I can't fucking BREATHE. Suffocation is one of my deepest paranoias/phobia and this wheezing and tightness in my chest is driving me insane. It's keeping me up at night, what with the cold and my weight, it makes every breath feels like a damn fight, and I'm deeply paranoid that I'm going to suffocate in my sleep.
Not only has it been keeping me up, but I can't go ANYWHERE. Everytime I go out, I end up wheezing and exhausted when I haven't done anything but JUST WALK A FEW YARDS. Gods love my roommates, however, they've been so supportive of me since I've been dealing with this damn illness, they've made me tea, they've looked out for me, hell James was even kind enough to clean up my own vomit, after a serious coughing fit ended up with me puking my guts out in my room. It makes me realize that I've been truly blessed with wonderful people. (Hell, their not blood relations, and they put up with my shit, that makes them patron saints in my book.)
We drove to the pharmacy this evening, where I made a futile search to find some over the counter drug that could relieve these symptoms, but nothing turned up, the Pharmaceutical told me that the only medication that could help me, could only be sold through prescription...wonderful, so I plan to see the doctor tomorrow.
Urgh, I've never been this ill when I was back home. Usually, I just have bronchitis and end up with a bad cough and a sore throat for a week. I've been suffering from this chest cold infection for almost two weeks and a half. At first, it was just a simple sinus infection with a stuffy nose, now the shit has migrated to my chest and I can't fucking BREATHE. Suffocation is one of my deepest paranoias/phobia and this wheezing and tightness in my chest is driving me insane. It's keeping me up at night, what with the cold and my weight, it makes every breath feels like a damn fight, and I'm deeply paranoid that I'm going to suffocate in my sleep.
Not only has it been keeping me up, but I can't go ANYWHERE. Everytime I go out, I end up wheezing and exhausted when I haven't done anything but JUST WALK A FEW YARDS. Gods love my roommates, however, they've been so supportive of me since I've been dealing with this damn illness, they've made me tea, they've looked out for me, hell James was even kind enough to clean up my own vomit, after a serious coughing fit ended up with me puking my guts out in my room. It makes me realize that I've been truly blessed with wonderful people. (Hell, their not blood relations, and they put up with my shit, that makes them patron saints in my book.)
We drove to the pharmacy this evening, where I made a futile search to find some over the counter drug that could relieve these symptoms, but nothing turned up, the Pharmaceutical told me that the only medication that could help me, could only be sold through prescription...wonderful, so I plan to see the doctor tomorrow.