For the past month or so, I've been dealing with the plague on and off. It was really bad for a few days and then it drifted off. Last Friday, it got bad again. Each day since, it has progressed with new symptoms. Today, I felt like pure crap and stayed home from work. I had a fever that was rather high for me (99.6, which is high considering my normal temp is in the 97.6 range because of my thyroid).
When I went to the doctor, I told them my symptoms. They did their intake business and before you know it, I was inhaling from the nebulizer. I have bronchitis. This is mildly humorous because my mom always says, "well, you're prone to bronchitis." So, yes, I am prone to it and I have it again. I got scolded by the doctor because I waited way to long to come in.
There was a reason I waited - I didn't want to take antibiotics. So, I hoped by delaying the visit, it would simply go away and leave me alone. you see, antibiotics are probably one of the main reasons that I battle with candida. I spent close to two months getting it out of my system and now I'm tempting fate again and will probably need to do another round of the fast and diflucan when this illness has run its course.
Even more fun, I've got to take prednisone. Uh, yeah, that shit makes me hallucinate, so I am not really interested in taking it. I am rather busy at work right now and I really want to be in the office, getting things done. This is obviously putting a damper on that. I am not sure if I will be able to get to the office tomorrow. I can do things in tiny spurts. Going to the doctor and CVS just about killed me. I came home, fever had gotten higher and it feels like there is a giant weight on my chest.
I am hoping that I will wake up tomorrow and be fine. If that's the case, I will be happy. I do not want to go through another day like this.
I'm frustrated because of having to take the antibiotic. I'm also frustrated that I let it go this long and hoped my depleted immune system would somehow fight whatever is lurking within. Should've known better.
I am making changes when I am done with this. I cannot handle being sick so much. I cannot handle catching every little thing that makes its way through the office. I am going to make a much bigger effort to take care of myself. That includes the whole me, emotionally and physically. I need to learn how to shut down and reboot, just like the foot psychic said. I'm running on empty too much of the time. Must eat better. Must get into an exercise routine. Must be more diligent about taking care of me.
Oh, and I am also pissed because I didn't get to go to the Lucky shoe party and I don't own Kelly Clarkson's new CD yet. My life sucks without it, dammit.
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