Survival

Mar 02, 2011 16:27

Well, the good news is i'm not going to die. Shear cussedness, thank you grandma.

Sometime in the past week i caught something. Was a point when we thought maybe it was allergies, but then i was also in several small planes and over-stuffed airports about that time, and the only people at work who haven't been sick recently I never come into contact with. Of course.

It started out not so bad. the usual obnoxious sore throat / mucus cycle, where my sinuses over produce slime because my throat hurts, which half drowns me and makes me nauseous, and tickles my throat, and that makes em cough more and hurts my throat more....
And then yesterday i was doing /really/ well because i'd discovered anti-histamines, and was surviving off of a Rite-Aid equivalent to NyQuil gel caps because being foggy-headed is preferable to coughing a lung out.
And then about 10pm last night i started throwing up, and about 4 am this morning i finally quit, possible because i physically couldn't any more.

So, today i feel like maybe i don't have "it" anymore, whatever was bothering me that my body was trying to corral in my stomach. But in the process i've over-stressed every muscle i can think of from the neck down. Several major muscle groups in my legs are trying to tell me to quit climbing rock walls, my digestive system isn't convinced movement of any sort is a good idea, and my stomach can't keep food down past the pressure of a burp. I'm dehydrated and significantly lacking in nutrients, but only i think because I'm weak.
And i've got two days to lay around and get better, and drink, and eat, hopefully.

In other news, thanks to fresh health insurance via dad and some new numbers from my prescription program, my birth control pills were $16. I don't imagine it'll last, the prescription program sounds like it's not being funded anymore, but hurray for now.

sick

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