I can't be trusted to control my own frustrations...
So after I started to feel better, my head cold of death turned into bronchitis in a big way Saturday night. I didn't sleep Saturday night after work, save for a 20 minute fitful nap, after which I woke up feeling less able to breathe than I did before. There are few things I can stand more than not feeling like I can breathe. I was so pissed about it, I damn near broke my hand on the arm of a chair. It must be bruised deeply, because the skin looks fine, but it still hurts a bit when I touch it.
So, I debated between the hospital and a doc in the box, and went to a doc in the box when I finally found one that was open at 8 am on a Sunday. The antibiotics and narcotic cough syrup have helped a bit, although I'm still pretty wrecked. I missed my second day of work today, but I think I'll be ok to go back tomorrow. I don't think there's a muscle above my waist that doesn't hurt from coughing.
Otherwise, I miss traveling, but it is kind of nice to be back in familiar surroundings. Still not real happy with life, but at least it is tolerable for the time being. Who knows where it goes from here?
So, I debated between the hospital and a doc in the box, and went to a doc in the box when I finally found one that was open at 8 am on a Sunday. The antibiotics and narcotic cough syrup have helped a bit, although I'm still pretty wrecked. I missed my second day of work today, but I think I'll be ok to go back tomorrow. I don't think there's a muscle above my waist that doesn't hurt from coughing.
Otherwise, I miss traveling, but it is kind of nice to be back in familiar surroundings. Still not real happy with life, but at least it is tolerable for the time being. Who knows where it goes from here?