I have just had one of the worst feeling weeks of my Life! I just got blasted with a nasty Upper Respiratory Infection. Just in time for the Holidays! I missed an entire week of work which will hurt my creditors more than my pocket book. All my money goes to bills anyway, so it really is nothing new to be without money. However, missing a whole week of pay will hurt in the long run, I just haven't quite felt it yet. Money always seems to have a somewhat rippling effect.
For 5 days I battled a fever that would not budge under 100.5 going up to 102. I went to the Doctor first thing Monday morning to get 3 prescriptions - One for my hacking cough, Antibiotics to fight the Infection that was threatening a solitary life sentence to my air mattress, and a "drink lots of water & get plenty of rest." I couldn't even talk. When I did I sounded like the "Godfather" only imagine much older with an oxygen tank. On more occasions than none, I would sound like McGruff the crime fighting dog. This is not an exaggeration. Every time I would attempt to speak even one syllable I reminded my boyfriend of McGruff. How sweet, right? Only I couldn't argue the fact because it was true.
I couldn't eat, sleep, or get comfortable. There were times when I would cough so much I would be sick. I slept for a few hours along side the cool tiled bathroom floor, right next to the toilet. I was too scared to move, afraid that the impulse to be sick would come on too quick. The tile was so cool against my fiery body that I actually slept for about 2 hours before awaking to hacking up my insides. Those little phlegm booger looking guys were really having a field day inside my chest. There were times that I coughed so hard my stomach acid came up and would burn the crap out of my esophagus. No joke. I would cry, it hurt so bad to swallow.I would gasp for air, literally and run to get a cool drink of water.
By Tuesday my ribs, felt broken & I had a six pack from coughing out my insides. I still had a fever, and at times would cry like a little baby because I was so Hot and completely miserable. Yeah, I know, like crying was going to solve my problems. Although, the tears did feel nice streaming down my blistering hot cheeks. Tuesday,Wednesday & Thursday night I slept in the living room on my air mattress. Guess my boyfriend got sick of me coughing all over every inch of sheet on the bed. I was just trying to be considerate by sleeping on the air mattress. Besides, if he were to get this & give it back to me, we would both be rendered useless.
I was ingesting water, Gatorade, chicken broth, Tylenol, Mucinex, Throat Spray, anti cough pills, antibiotics, eating a coffee cup full of Ice Cubes every hour, getting plenty of rest, taking cool showers, & getting rubbed down with Spanish Alcohol.(Topical - Don't knock it til you try it.)
Wednesday comes around - Christmas Eve. My boyfriend went out to his sisters for our usual family celebration, only this time without me. He had been taking such good care of me all week that when he left my body acted as if a child staying with a babysitter for the first time. I must of gotten sick 5 times. These came with no warning.I was a mess. I probably shouldn't have attempted to eat that Subway for dinner. Too soon for solids,I suppose.
Christmas day arrived. I awoke with no fever, but by mid afternoon my fever was showing its nasty little face again. Note:during this time we did call the doctor 2 times concerned with the fever. Being as it was an upper respiratory infection, the antibiotics needed more time to work their magic. The doctors office was closed on Thursday & Friday, so the only outcome had to be better than what my body was going thru. By Friday I finally had no fever. I cleaned the house, opened all the windows and sprayed Lysol all over every surface imaginable.The rest of the weekend I rested. I went out one day & thought I was going to keel over from exhaustion. I only walked for about 1 hour or so and was so tired I had to go back home.
Today was my first day back to work. I do feel much better. I am still very tired & have this congested cough, but am on my way to recovery.Though, I felt like death was right around the corner, Grim Reaper stay back! I'm not ready, Yet!
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