Bronchitis Sucks My Ass
It seriously does, yo.
I was feeling kind of headache-y and tired last week but I figured that because of getting ready for the wedding, the trip out of town and all the stuff I was doing for class, I was just run down.
Mom got sick on Friday. Saturday, Dad tells me that we're not going to Midland until Sunday (if mom felt better) and during Saturday, my chest got progressively tighter and my head lighter.
I wake up Sunday unable to take deep breaths, with a temperature in the 102's, my throat swollen, a pulled muscle in my chest from coughing, a stopped up nose, light headed with a headache.
Dad was kind (and fatherly and loves me) enough to take me to the ER where I continued not to be able to breathe well while sitting in the waiting room for an hour and a half. And then another 45 minutes while waiting for a doctor who stuck Q-Tips up my nose for a flu test that took (according to him half an hour) an hour and a half to get my results. Apparently, I have the really bad bronchitis.
Four hours to be told something I already knew.
So, I'm pumped up on steroids, antibiotics, vicodin (for the muscle pull, which I though was kind of odd) a cough supressant and enough vitamin C to make me never want orange juice again.
On the plus side, I slept some, watched most of the first season of Carnivale and can't remember anything of Monday or Tuesday!
Hell, I was impressed I could get to work this morning. But am feeling rather useless.
How is everyone else doing?
Also, I am so amused that this moodicon is the one for 'sick'. Hee, lexalot.
I was feeling kind of headache-y and tired last week but I figured that because of getting ready for the wedding, the trip out of town and all the stuff I was doing for class, I was just run down.
Mom got sick on Friday. Saturday, Dad tells me that we're not going to Midland until Sunday (if mom felt better) and during Saturday, my chest got progressively tighter and my head lighter.
I wake up Sunday unable to take deep breaths, with a temperature in the 102's, my throat swollen, a pulled muscle in my chest from coughing, a stopped up nose, light headed with a headache.
Dad was kind (and fatherly and loves me) enough to take me to the ER where I continued not to be able to breathe well while sitting in the waiting room for an hour and a half. And then another 45 minutes while waiting for a doctor who stuck Q-Tips up my nose for a flu test that took (according to him half an hour) an hour and a half to get my results. Apparently, I have the really bad bronchitis.
Four hours to be told something I already knew.
So, I'm pumped up on steroids, antibiotics, vicodin (for the muscle pull, which I though was kind of odd) a cough supressant and enough vitamin C to make me never want orange juice again.
On the plus side, I slept some, watched most of the first season of Carnivale and can't remember anything of Monday or Tuesday!
Hell, I was impressed I could get to work this morning. But am feeling rather useless.
How is everyone else doing?
Also, I am so amused that this moodicon is the one for 'sick'. Hee, lexalot.