So here I sit, staring another four to five days of low activity in the face. How do I know? Well, I'll tell you.
See, I actually got a bit of sleep last night. HOWEVER, when I woke up this morning, I was panting. It hurt to take deep breaths. This was a new, yet not unfamiliar development. I decided to drag my fanny out of bed and get myself down to the local urgent care facility. Just as I suspected, I was diagnosed with bronchitis and given some heavy duty cough meds and some antibiotics. So, no cardio, and no operating heavy machinery.
I was going to wait until tomorrow to see if things improved, but then I thought, why wait? If it's nothing serious, they'll tell me. When the doctor asked me to breathe deeply so she could listen, all I could do was cough. It took me five tries before she could hear what she wanted. So I got a steroid shot (I HATE shots), a course of antibiotics, and a course of non-narcotic based cough suppressants. The doctor wanted to give me codeine based medicine, but I told her that codeine makes me climb the walls like an inmate in the monkey house. I also told her I had been taking Mucinex, but it had no effect whatsoever, other than the fact that it made me dream of filming meerkats in Namibia.
That is completely true, by the way. The past few nights I took it, I'd dream that I was filming the meerkats and they'd come and stick their little noses in my camera lense and it will be all cute, and then I'll have a coughing fit and I'll watch them scamper away into the corners of the Namib outback which is fading into my bedroom and next thing I know I'm sitting up in bed saying "Come back, meerkats!" and my husband is looking at me like I'm some kind of nut.
So, there's never a dull moment around here. I am so DONE with being sick, but it looks like I'll just have to chill for another week and get further behind. And to add insult to injury, (TMI WARNING, GENTLEMEN!) my body has declared *ahem* the egg has been hard-cooked and has decided to start the party 10 days early. Just LOVELY. [shakes head in annoyance but not disbelief]
Oh, well. Onward and upward. Or downward. Or where ever.