It started last Thursday evening. The sore throat. Slight fever. Stuffy nose. By Friday morning I thought "Great, here comes a cold to start the new years off with"!
But this didn't seem like an ordinary cold. My throat really hurt and I had the "I think I've been run over by a Mac truck" feeling.
By Saturday I would have welcomed the Mac truck to put me out of my misery. Certainly it couldn't be the flu - H1N1 - or otherwise. As a nurse, I've been vaccinated against the whole trifecta - seasonal, H1N1, and pneumonia.
I asked my husband if he would look in my throat with a flashlight. Sure he said.
I sat down and dutifully opened wide.
He peered in with the shining flashlight and looked for what seemed like an eternity.
Hmm... Oh... He murmured.
"Ott"? I questioned as I could feel the saliva running down my throat.
"What am I looking for"? he queried.
Snatching the flashlight out of his hands, I closed my mouth in resignation, sighed, and went back to bed.
To his credit, other than not knowing a red throat from a hole in the wall, he is wonderful when I'm sick. He came home from the store armed with cough drops, mentholated rub (ever hopeful, I did have to tell him no thanks to his offer to rub my chest and, lest you all condemn me, gave him a raincheck!), AND he made chicken soup.
As a reward for all his efforts, I got laryngitis and lost my voice...
Funny thing about people in the medical profession. We all love to self diagnose. I have asthma even and should know better, but I had stubbornly refused to join the masses of people I see daily who run to the doctor wanting antibiotics for a sniffle. Rest, fluids, more rest, more fluids. Good advice, if I hadn't been using my rescue inhaler 3 times a day so I could take a deep breath.
So this morning I called in to work and when the boss had to ask who I was, thought maybe I should actually go and see my family doctor. I'm so used to hitting up one of the docs I work for in the hallway for a "drive-by" consult on minor stuff, I had to dig up the family drs. phone number.
Anyhow, final verdict: Strep pharyngitis, bronchitis, sinusitis.
I did get to weigh in on a Monday -- a la my goal. The post holiday number wasn't so pretty but was consistent with my estimate of needing to lose 7 lbs.
Speaking of goals, I really appreciate the comments and feed back on my goal list. Oddly enough many people worried about the exercise agenda. I already have the steady habit of working out 6 days a week so really assigning cardio vs. strength training is more of a formality.
The sleep and more water and less diet soda and coffee will be a greater challenge.
While I've been bedridden, I've been reading through "The Spark". It's a great book and I've been learning so much. I realize now that although it's good to have lots of goals, including long range goals, to succeed you need to focus on accomplishing some smaller goals to build up to the bigger ones. So with that in mind and the input from many of the Spark community, I have decided I'd rather start small and create habits that last and build rather than tackle so many that I end up doing "mostly". Which was how I made it to my present weight, but probably why I still struggle to stay there.
So my focus is on the sleep and the water, and the food tracking.
Before I sign off -- Thank you to all my fabulous friends who "hit my page" with a toast to me being fabulous as well. Sorry I had to break the chain by being too sick to participate. You really are all fabulous!
Funny, but the punishment for not forwarding the message on was to be ugly for a while. I looked at myself in the mirror this morning before going to the dr. and there I was hair frizzed everywhere, pale unmade up face, shadows under the eyes, a nose that rivaled Rudolph and I scared myself! My first thought -- OMG it's true!
Not to worry, though, I'll be back and sparking fabulous in no time --
I clean up real good !