Saturday, December 08, 2012
This month is not going as planned. Not only has the prospect of a real honest-to-goodness job come my way ( I'm being flown out to corporate headquarters next week for a fourth interview), which has got me eating poorly every other day ( get my resolve, lose it. Nasty cycle.) but I have been feeling run down and sick for the past few days. I thought I had a bad cold.
Last night was literally the wake up call. I was up hacking and wheezing all night, and of course today was nearly a loss. Since I don't have a primary care physician, I went to a "doc-in-a-box" clinic at Walgreens.
The nurse practitioner wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but after scrutinizing her diagnosis on the Mayo clinic's website, I believe she's right. I have bronchitis. Three hours after taking the dreaded steroids she gave me, I am indeed starting to notice a difference. The inhaler has helped me too,
While I doubt I'll get uninterrupted sleep tonight, I do think I'll be healthy enough to fly on Wednesday ( my ears are full of fluid) and will look and sound human at my interview on Thursday.
The absolute pisser is that I've had to resort to just walking for fitness. Not a bad thing, but I can't go as fast ( 2 miles is taking me 22 minutes rather than 17) and I don't have the stamina to go longer. I seriously need sleep afterwards.
Doc-in-the-box told me to keep strenuous exercise off my day planner until at least Sunday. My # 1 stress reducing tool is unavailable to me during a very stressful time. I'm afraid of losing it. I am actually thinking of filling the Rx she gave me for antibiotics ( no infection, but she fears I could get pneumonia because my lungs are filled with goo), because they make me not want to eat. I'm leaning on that crutch way too much. But I hate antibiotics and I'm not sold on the idea of taking them prophylactically.
On the upside, I drank 14 glasses of water and 5 cups of herbal tea, and one diet hot chocolate today.
How I'm supposed to prepare for this interview while feeling so crappy is beyond me at the moment. They have given me 5 essay questions to answer that have to be turned in by Tuesday, and since writing is supposed to be my strong point, these essays had better be stellar!
But ok. Getting well requires sleep, and I shouldn't be up this late. If I can just get My zonked out dog off my bed and into his, I'm off to bed!