that good old FML feeling
A visit to the doctor yesterday (with insurance, for the first time in oh, five years!) concluded that my malady is probably viral, meaning there are no fun drugs to make it go away. I just wait it out, and it should be well on its way out. Should be. I really enjoyed not writing a huge check for that. Plus side: I got prescription-strength cough syrup, which my doctor said might help me sleep. Says "non-drowsy" on the bottle.
On the real plus side, we also discussed my asthma, and they prescribed an inhaler, as well as a big-ass attachment for it. Apparently your run-of-the-mill inhaler dispenses medication at a speed that is impossible to inhale, so this apparatus is a plastic tube and mask, with a valve between so one can breathe it in slowly. The whole process makes me feel a bit like an opium smoker and a bit like an alien abduction victim. However, I look forward to seeing whether my lungs might allow me to jog or ride a bike now.
This illness has followed a very predictable daily cycle for over a week. It's very bad at night, so I don't sleep well and feel awful when I wake up, whether morning or noonish. If I get up and move around, or at least sit in my armchair to get my torso upright, I begin to feel better. By late afternoon I feel almost normal, and sometimes in the evening I fancy that I am cured. But night falls and brings back the cough and congestion. I woke at 12:30 today and wanted to cry in frustration, but couldn't stand the thought of making my raw throat any worse.