Crap... now I look diseased....
I go to bed early.
I try to sleep.
Sleep does not try me on for size... sleep skirts around me.
So I nap.
Wake up.
Nap.
*cough**cough*
Wake up.
Nap.
*cough**cough**cough*
Repeat.
But, I get enough sleep before getting up for work.
I get up.
I get dressed.
I do hair, groan at my pale face in the mirror.
Put on deodorant.
Take morning get-me-well pills...
Mucinex, check.
Dayquil gelcap...
*swallow*
*eyes bulge*
*gag*
*gurgle*
*cough*
*gurgle**gurgle**cough*
I run to the bathroom
*gurgle**cough**gag*
The giant gelcap is stuck at the opening of my esophagus.
I can breathe.. mostly...
But I can't swallow the pill,.. and it moves back and forth over the opening of my esphogus and windpipe, occasionally cutting off my air.
*tries throwing up*
*gag**choke**cough**gurgle*
Coughing up alot of blood, but no gelcap.
Im turning red... I decide it would probably be smart to have Jesse around and awake in case it DOES turn into actual choking/dying situation.
Wake Jesse up. He is confused.. he can see that I can cough and breathe, but Im obviously choking at the same time..
Between gags and coughs, I try to explain what is going on..
Jesse tries soft heimlichs,... then just stands back, looking distraught. He suggests we go to the ER after 5 minutes of me turning red, gagging, choking, coughing and making very strange sounds in my throat.
I pish-posh that. Emergency room? For a GELCAP? No siree, bob... those fuckers melt. I can wait the bastard out.
Continue my retinue of coughing/gagging up blood, squeaks and gurgles from my throat, all forms of snot/mucous attacking my face, and me hanging on to the edge of the sink for dear life.
It hurts. Its scary... but Im not going to the ER over a gelcap... and besides.. there is nowhere to hack up blood and all the spit I can't swallow in his fancy schmancy car.
I give Jesse leave, but ask him to stay close in case I need help.
Not 30 seconds later, part of the gelcap melts through...
I swallow.
Swallow.
Swallow.
*cough**hack* ew... some of the liquid went into my lungs, I think. And that stuff tastes nasty.
*cough*
*swallow*
*gasp*
*drinks water straight from the faucet*
*looks at self in mirror*
Red, patchy, covered in snot, tears, and bloody sputum,....
I call Jesse over, tell him I won the battle of wills with the Safeway brand gelcap.
Thank him for the help, support and for being there. Apologize for scaring him.
Call work, tell them Im going to be 10-15 minutes late.
Show up to work, Aaron gives me a look like, "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!"
I give him the "Im sick" shrug.
I clock in, I go to the bathroom because my face feels numb-ish and I need to have a coughing spree.
My face is COVERED in little red and brown dots and the whites of my eyes are blood red.
Crap. I burst a bunch of capillaries in my face, neck, shoulders and eyes in my choking/coughing fiasco.
Tried to hide in the back at work... all the customers looked at me funny and aren't sure if they want me to be the one to help them.
I do back office stuff.
After a couple hours Brandon tells me I look too terrible to stay at work and that he'll be sending me home.
I thank the gods.
My face is still a little numb, and I will probably have blood in my eyes for the next week or two at least... and HOPEFULLY the burst capillaries in my face will heal... soonish.. like, within the next week. I look positively diseased though...
The pressure in my face probably stopped just short of giving me a couple of black eyes, I think..
But yes, I look even stranger than usual and am swearing off all larger pills that can just as easily be taken in nasty-tasting syrup form.
I try to sleep.
Sleep does not try me on for size... sleep skirts around me.
So I nap.
Wake up.
Nap.
*cough**cough*
Wake up.
Nap.
*cough**cough**cough*
Repeat.
But, I get enough sleep before getting up for work.
I get up.
I get dressed.
I do hair, groan at my pale face in the mirror.
Put on deodorant.
Take morning get-me-well pills...
Mucinex, check.
Dayquil gelcap...
*swallow*
*eyes bulge*
*gag*
*gurgle*
*cough*
*gurgle**gurgle**cough*
I run to the bathroom
*gurgle**cough**gag*
The giant gelcap is stuck at the opening of my esophagus.
I can breathe.. mostly...
But I can't swallow the pill,.. and it moves back and forth over the opening of my esphogus and windpipe, occasionally cutting off my air.
*tries throwing up*
*gag**choke**cough**gurgle*
Coughing up alot of blood, but no gelcap.
Im turning red... I decide it would probably be smart to have Jesse around and awake in case it DOES turn into actual choking/dying situation.
Wake Jesse up. He is confused.. he can see that I can cough and breathe, but Im obviously choking at the same time..
Between gags and coughs, I try to explain what is going on..
Jesse tries soft heimlichs,... then just stands back, looking distraught. He suggests we go to the ER after 5 minutes of me turning red, gagging, choking, coughing and making very strange sounds in my throat.
I pish-posh that. Emergency room? For a GELCAP? No siree, bob... those fuckers melt. I can wait the bastard out.
Continue my retinue of coughing/gagging up blood, squeaks and gurgles from my throat, all forms of snot/mucous attacking my face, and me hanging on to the edge of the sink for dear life.
It hurts. Its scary... but Im not going to the ER over a gelcap... and besides.. there is nowhere to hack up blood and all the spit I can't swallow in his fancy schmancy car.
I give Jesse leave, but ask him to stay close in case I need help.
Not 30 seconds later, part of the gelcap melts through...
I swallow.
Swallow.
Swallow.
*cough**hack* ew... some of the liquid went into my lungs, I think. And that stuff tastes nasty.
*cough*
*swallow*
*gasp*
*drinks water straight from the faucet*
*looks at self in mirror*
Red, patchy, covered in snot, tears, and bloody sputum,....
I call Jesse over, tell him I won the battle of wills with the Safeway brand gelcap.
Thank him for the help, support and for being there. Apologize for scaring him.
Call work, tell them Im going to be 10-15 minutes late.
Show up to work, Aaron gives me a look like, "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!"
I give him the "Im sick" shrug.
I clock in, I go to the bathroom because my face feels numb-ish and I need to have a coughing spree.
My face is COVERED in little red and brown dots and the whites of my eyes are blood red.
Crap. I burst a bunch of capillaries in my face, neck, shoulders and eyes in my choking/coughing fiasco.
Tried to hide in the back at work... all the customers looked at me funny and aren't sure if they want me to be the one to help them.
I do back office stuff.
After a couple hours Brandon tells me I look too terrible to stay at work and that he'll be sending me home.
I thank the gods.
My face is still a little numb, and I will probably have blood in my eyes for the next week or two at least... and HOPEFULLY the burst capillaries in my face will heal... soonish.. like, within the next week. I look positively diseased though...
The pressure in my face probably stopped just short of giving me a couple of black eyes, I think..
But yes, I look even stranger than usual and am swearing off all larger pills that can just as easily be taken in nasty-tasting syrup form.