Thursday, February 21, 2008
For a bit more than a week I've been really sick. It's some sort of flu, but it was absolutely evil. I spent the vast majority of the last seven days either asleep or on my recliner or Craig's couch. I didn't even have the energy to check e-mail or put the finishing touches on my bellydance costume. Last Thursday I had a103 degree fever. I lost a pound or two simply because I couldn't work up the energy to feed myself. That's not the way I recommend losing weight.
At the urging of Craig's doctor, I went to see mine Tuesday. Because of the asthma, I'm at a higher risk for developing pneumonia. I finally was well enough to go see a doctor, but he really couldn't do anything about the flu since it had basically run its course by then. Apparently if you go see the doctor within two days of getting certain flus, they have an antiviral medicine they can give you, that's what Craig got from his doctor. The doctor actually explained a bit about asthma medicines and why I should be taking the expensive one on a daily basis, but then he looked at my record and asked if the albuterol helps me and I told him I wasn't really sure; it's a toss up whether it helps or if it's the sitting down or moving slower that helps when I get an attack. Now I'm waiting for the referral person to set up some sort of appointment for some sort of test that will say whether I really have asthma or not. I'll be put in a little glass room, but that's all I know about the test.
Right now I'm having trouble breathing and I'm coughing a lot, but at least I'm not contagious. The worst thing about the flu has been the sheer exhaustion. I don't know when I ever slept as much as I did in the last week. Probably when I was 8 and had my appendix taken out.
Now that I'm mostly better, I can get back on schedule and start doing what I've been doing. The working out has to be slow and gentle for the most part since I can barely sit without having a coughing fit.