Jun 16, 2006 11:11
So this week started out on Monday with an itch in the back of my throat. I immediately thought that I was getting Strep and got my big ass to a doctor. The test was negative. The Doc told me I just had some "Post nasal drip" and to take some decongestant. Ok, no big deal, right? Well, let's move to Tuesday - SICK sick sick sick SICK. I was congested and had a fever, and generaly felt like a pile of crap. So I was out of work on that day. Wednesday came alone, and I was feeling physically better, but I didn't have much of a voice. I went to work, and did my thing as best I could, and my throat hurt more in the evening because of it. Then comes Thursday... I wake up and can not get anything out of my mouth other than a tiny painful squeek... Oh, did I mention I was hacking up a lung the night before? Let's not forget all the phlegm and crap that was coming out of my body the night before! So BACK to the doctor I went. Post nasal drip they said, HA! Try BRONCHITIS! Yeah, so that afternoon the doc loded me up with meds for my super nasty cough, and sent me on my way. I could not talk all day and it DROVE ME FUCKING NUTS!!!! You try being in a house with Joe and Anthony making jokes at you, and see how quickly you contemplate murder, all because you can't talk back. So most of my day Thursday was spent coughing so much that it hurt my entire body. Joe liked to say I sounded like an old truck that couldn't turn over. He was right. Around 1 am my voice came back enough so that I could squeek out a few "fuck you"s to the bastards who were talking to me that night (JOE! and Anthony!) and make a few statements before I slipped back into quietness.
Now it's Friday, and I am still not well enought to go to work. I still can't talk much, but at least it is not as bad as yesterday. We'll see what happens next. At lest I can still talk online.
::cough cough:: ::hack hack::
Oh, so that's what the inside of my lung looks like...