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Mar. 7th, 2018 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miladygreyOn Saturday night, I started feeling blah. On Sunday, it became clear that Yeats' bug from the prior week had boomeranged back to me with a vengeance, since I had a sore throat, cough, and fever of 102.
Monday, hauled my tired self over to the urgent-care walk in clinic nearby, since my doctor had no openings for a week. Doctor looked me over, declared that my lingering mild sore throat and cough were nothing to be concerned about, and sent me home with a very basic soothing-syrup prescription. Spent the rest of the day on the couch marathoning "The Great British Baking Show".
Tuesday, woke up with an epic sore throat and hacking, gross cough. Aveline was very understanding about my taking a second sick day. Spent the day on the couch marathoning season 1 of the rebooted "One Day at a Time" and vowing to be Rita Moreno when I grow up. The cough got worse and worse, to the point that I had trouble both falling asleep and staying asleep because I kept having to wake up and cough my throat clear.
Today, Yeats got a snow day, and I could hardly talk without coughing. When the clinic called to follow up, I croaked that the cough was "significantly worse", and they were waiting for me when we got there (Yeats was determined to drive me, because he knows I'm an anxious snow driver when I'm not sick). New doctor looked me over, lifted a brow when I tried to exhale into a thing and broke into wet coughing both times, and diagnosed me with bronchitis. I now have antibiotics and codeine cough syrup, and I feel better already. Not 100% better, but better than at any point yesterday. I can also eat without pain, which I hadn't done since Sunday.
I need to go back to work tomorrow. Aveline and Anders can just yell at me across the office so I don't breathe on them. I'm just sick of being sick.
Reading Log: This Fallen Prey by Kelley Armstrong; Semiosis by Sue Burke; Spare and Found Parts by Sarah Maria Griffin; Untie my Heart by Judith Ivory; The Beautiful Ones by Silvia Garcia-Moreno; Tempests and Slaughter by Tamora Pierce; The Shattered Horse by S.P. Somtow; The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas; The Emerald Circus by Jane Yolen
Monday, hauled my tired self over to the urgent-care walk in clinic nearby, since my doctor had no openings for a week. Doctor looked me over, declared that my lingering mild sore throat and cough were nothing to be concerned about, and sent me home with a very basic soothing-syrup prescription. Spent the rest of the day on the couch marathoning "The Great British Baking Show".
Tuesday, woke up with an epic sore throat and hacking, gross cough. Aveline was very understanding about my taking a second sick day. Spent the day on the couch marathoning season 1 of the rebooted "One Day at a Time" and vowing to be Rita Moreno when I grow up. The cough got worse and worse, to the point that I had trouble both falling asleep and staying asleep because I kept having to wake up and cough my throat clear.
Today, Yeats got a snow day, and I could hardly talk without coughing. When the clinic called to follow up, I croaked that the cough was "significantly worse", and they were waiting for me when we got there (Yeats was determined to drive me, because he knows I'm an anxious snow driver when I'm not sick). New doctor looked me over, lifted a brow when I tried to exhale into a thing and broke into wet coughing both times, and diagnosed me with bronchitis. I now have antibiotics and codeine cough syrup, and I feel better already. Not 100% better, but better than at any point yesterday. I can also eat without pain, which I hadn't done since Sunday.
I need to go back to work tomorrow. Aveline and Anders can just yell at me across the office so I don't breathe on them. I'm just sick of being sick.
Reading Log: This Fallen Prey by Kelley Armstrong; Semiosis by Sue Burke; Spare and Found Parts by Sarah Maria Griffin; Untie my Heart by Judith Ivory; The Beautiful Ones by Silvia Garcia-Moreno; Tempests and Slaughter by Tamora Pierce; The Shattered Horse by S.P. Somtow; The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas; The Emerald Circus by Jane Yolen
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Date: 2018-03-08 04:56 pm (UTC)Feel better soon!
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Date: 2018-03-08 05:50 pm (UTC)Aveline said as soon as I walked into the office "If you need to go home you TELL ME--I appreciate this effort, but I don' want you getting any sicker or making us sick!" So I have been shut in my office all day, catching up on emails and drafting letters, and not coughing on anyone except my various desk decorations.
I will use Mucinex if I have to, but it makes me cough until I can't breathe, so it's a last resort. I am living off of Pine's honey drops to keep the cough down here at work, then hot tea with a ton of honey and a splash of whisky when I get home, then codeine before bed. I already slept better last night than I have in days, so I know things are working.
Yeats is all "Think of Ireland! Get better!" To which my response is "If I still have bronchitis in three and a half months when we're scheduled to leave, we have bigger problems", but I appreciate his cheerleading.