I am an allergy sufferer. Always have been. So when the white flowers on the trees pop and my car is covered in a nice greenish yellow dusting of pollen I know my life is going to suck. My usual issue is sinus drainage. Which led me to have to go see my surgeon’s PA to get an unfill (couldn’t keep down milk) last week. Only to be told to keep my appointment this week for a follow up.
I’m so happy I went in when I did for the follow up. Almost a full week of burgers and fries just because I COULD was going to get ugly. Stupid f’ed up brain. But that’s a whole different post.
I get done with my surgeon who put a half cc back in and I go to work. We are understaffed so I feel the need to get there quickly. Most of the afternoon I’m freezing. Being cold isn’t uncommon for me since surgery but this was different. But I also had class to go to straight from work so my day wasn’t over yet. Since missing lab means 15 points automatically lost it’s important I attend. However I’m still freezing. We’re talking huddle up to the ceramic heater we use to sterilize the tools we use kind of cold.
I get home and take my temp since I know when I’m that cold that I’m usually running a fever of some kind. Yup! 103.something.
I hate fevers. They wipe me. I may actually go see a health professional today.
It never fails. One of my few relatives that I’m still talking to comes into town and I’m sick. Grandma Julie comes to town about every other year from the far away land of should-have-sunken-years-ago-so-they-say California. She’s my Mom’s mom. And for those of you that wonder where I get it (“it” can be many things here) I blame this side of the family. So I really don’t want to miss a visit when I can help it.
Through the great therapeutic massage I was able to snag off of one of those deal-a-day sites I’m able to say that I’m feeling much better. Or maybe it was the orange death flavor cold med. Or the extra naps. Or sweating it out while cooking for my huge family (adopted counts too!) of eight for a combo birthday dinner for half of them. Hmmm ok well maybe I don’t know what it is that got me feeling better. Damn.
I did get some craft fair time in this weekend. When did these things turn into “yah, I could/do make that and it sure doesn’t cost me THAT much”? Guess I’m old like that. Or just super queen of the crafters. Yah. That’s it.
Anyway the best part about the craft thing? The petting zoo. Not even kidding (bad goat reference, sorry). Mom agreed too. She even made a new little friend.
Nothing like a day off from work. I had planned on going to an outdoors woman event that the parks and rec folks were having but it was full when I tried to sign up. But I’d already asked for the day off and gotten it approved months ago. OK enjoy the day, right?
Now we have a change in plans. My only living grandmother is flying in from California today. Sweet! I already have the day off so I can enjoy her company. Super.
Big family dinner planned for tomorrow night.
Except for one tiny detail.
Yah. Kind of sucks. Wouldn’t you agree?
Oh well. I only get to see her every few years.
It seems that the “ickeys” are making their way through my office. Several people are off on different conferences and those that are stuck dutifully here are all feeling not-quite-right.
Ever notice how sometimes all you need is a bit of hot water to feel better? Sometimes it’s a simple as a hot cup of tea. Then for the slightly larger bit of hot water… the bath. Mmmm I only wish that my bathtub was in a condition to actually soak in a proper bath. But that is a post for a different day. Until bath time…
Today is our anniversary. I’ve spent most of it sleeping on the couch. No we’re not fighting. We’re sick.
This nightmare of a week started Tuesday when I was teaching. I had the “got a bit of a tickle cough” going on. Only to wake up Wednesday with a heck of a temp. We’re talking 102 when I left early from the office. After a nice nap on the couch I went to my psych follow-up (part of the lap band program) and didn’t feel well at all there then it was off to the walk in clinic my primary care dr office offers. I was so not happy with this experience. Let’s just say that for people who are not feeling well sitting ALONE in a waiting area for two flipping hours makes you feel so much better.
Anyway, once I was seen by the triage nurse she told me to talk to the lap people. Um, ok. Let me word this carefully. Getting my nostril pierced hurt less than getting my nasal passage swabbed. Then because that went so well the lab lady decided that my throat should be swabbed as well. Yippee. At least these tests were of the rapid variety. Both came up negative for flu and strep respectively. Back to the exam room. Dr comes in. Dr says “well the tests were negative so looks like it’s viral. Want a note for work?” I really think that my eye was starting to twitch after that one. So two hours waiting and about five minutes being seen I get a note for work and an order to call them if it gets worse and I can come back in (for another copay). Not happening. I went straight to bed only to wake up at about 2am with a temp of 103.2 and seeing sparkly things. Good times.
Cool shower and sleeping on the couch helped to pull that temp down to a more manageable 100 or so. Only to have to go to the surgeon’s office to get my first fill. I waited five weeks for this I was going come hell-or-high-water. Yeah, did attempted to do that. Apparently the port where they inject the saline into the band has shifted somehow and I have to get my fill under x-ray. But the lady that schedules these isn’t in until Monday. Just getting better isn’t it. Going back home to bed.
Silly me thought that I could teach that night. HA! Ok, it’s not like I could call and get a sub so I went in. Got home and you betcha… 102 again. Ugh. See a pattern yet? Stayed in bed Friday. All day. It would have been nice except now in addition to the fever I’m producing enough green garbage to sink a small barge. Fast forward to today. Sunday. Anniversary. Yeah, right. He got a mini quiche breakfast because it was super easy and I felt bad about not doing anything else for the poor man… and back to bed. I’ve got to go into work tomorrow. Not sure how that will go but it will be done. Prayer heals, right? Yeah, let’s try that.