This weekend I learned that I am not a good sick person. I get that no one likes to be sick for the obvious reasons. Not only do I ate the awful feeling of having a fever and hacking up a lung but I hate being stuck in bed or on the couch and not being able to move.
It all started Thursday night. I had a little tickle in my throat. I took a Singulair and headed to bed. I woke up Friday morning and the tickle was still there with a small cough. As the day went on, the cough got worse and my voice began to fade. I never felt bad though and nothing hurt. Around 5 that evening, the aches hit me like a ton of bricks. I was hanging out with friends and left shortly after that. When I got home, I discovered I had a low grade fever. Over the weekend, the fever kept getting higher despite ibuprofen and Tylenol and more symptoms developed. I was coughing so hard I was making my self sick. That's when I decided I had had enough and headed to a walk in clinic first thing this morning. Two and a half hours later, I am leaving with 2 prescriptions, a sore bum due to a steroid shot, and a diagnosis of bronchitis and sinusitis.
I began taking the medicines immediately and am alreading feeling better. I even managed to get the kitchen cleaned up tonight. Although I will not spend all day tomorrow laying on a couch (3 days of being forced to stay on the couch is even worse than 4 days of being snowed in) I plan to take it very easy so that I am ready to head back to work on Tuesday. I am ready to be up and doing something useful again!
4 weeks ago