Blaaaaaaaaaaar.
Caved. Am now on the prescription-strength cough stuff since last night was horrific. It was like a night-long asthma attack. Cough is less violent but still frequent. I feel drowsy but can't sleep, which may be a blessing, as in the approximate 45 minutes I actually was asleep last night, I dreamt my wool jacket came to life and tried to kill me. Man, do I wish I were kidding.
But yeah, this morning, pre-meds was pretty awful. I'd gotten to the point where I was just so worn down and hurting that I just started bawling. Dixie gave me an acupuncture treatment which relaxed me enough to catch my breath before the meds kicked in. I'm pretty sure I was making no sense. In fact, she told me so. Pretty sure my brain was all lit up like a Christmas tree. I called my boss to give him an update, and I didn't even recognize his voice on the phone.
As it turns out, Jayson has to go out to a job in Philly today. Since yesterday proved to me that I should not be alone until I start breathing normally, Agnes and Sarah are taking shifts chilling with me until Dixie gets home. I didn't think I'd need that level of supervision, but yesterday's near-911 call changed my mind on that count. My friends rock.
Seriously, though? Okay. I have had no immune system since birth (yay, complications). I think part of the reason that I'm as big a geek as I am is due to the fact that when I was little, I got sick so often that I just started staying inside because outside = wet and cold and sickness. I got so socially awkward that my parents made me join Little League just to get fresh air and be around other kids. But yeah, I got strep 5 times in one year. I've had tonsils out, nasty worm things, I've gotten blood poisoning, pox, labyrinthitis, bronchitis, hives, kidney infections, and I'm anemic. If it's out there and communicable, I'll catch it. When it comes to immunity, I'm kind of a dud. But this is a mite ridiculous. I'm starting to think death at age 42 by a falling piano might be kind of awesome.
But yeah, this morning, pre-meds was pretty awful. I'd gotten to the point where I was just so worn down and hurting that I just started bawling. Dixie gave me an acupuncture treatment which relaxed me enough to catch my breath before the meds kicked in. I'm pretty sure I was making no sense. In fact, she told me so. Pretty sure my brain was all lit up like a Christmas tree. I called my boss to give him an update, and I didn't even recognize his voice on the phone.
As it turns out, Jayson has to go out to a job in Philly today. Since yesterday proved to me that I should not be alone until I start breathing normally, Agnes and Sarah are taking shifts chilling with me until Dixie gets home. I didn't think I'd need that level of supervision, but yesterday's near-911 call changed my mind on that count. My friends rock.
Seriously, though? Okay. I have had no immune system since birth (yay, complications). I think part of the reason that I'm as big a geek as I am is due to the fact that when I was little, I got sick so often that I just started staying inside because outside = wet and cold and sickness. I got so socially awkward that my parents made me join Little League just to get fresh air and be around other kids. But yeah, I got strep 5 times in one year. I've had tonsils out, nasty worm things, I've gotten blood poisoning, pox, labyrinthitis, bronchitis, hives, kidney infections, and I'm anemic. If it's out there and communicable, I'll catch it. When it comes to immunity, I'm kind of a dud. But this is a mite ridiculous. I'm starting to think death at age 42 by a falling piano might be kind of awesome.