Saturday, February 04, 2006

Officially sicker than a dog

This never fails. It's like taking a car in to you mechanic and not having it make that crappy sound that makes you crazy.

If only my doctor's office was open now, 12:56 a.m. on a very early Saturday morning. When I saw my doctor on Thursday, she said, "Well, I won't put you on antibiotics now - we'll do a couple of decongestants and that should clear things up."

Wrong. I'm now feverish, shaky, and this crap has settled in my lungs. I now have a weekend of being the Princess of Lung Goop. I will dutifully take my decongestants and drink enough water to fill a large sinkhole and eat little navel oranges, but dang it. I wish people would listen to me when I say, "I know where this is headed." I've been in this body for 40 years. I know the terrain. I have a great doctor, but no docs ever believe me when I tell them this "typical sinusitus" always turns into a raging, horrible lung infection.


1 a.m. and I want to take a nice, long shower, but I also don't want to wake my downstairs neighbor. Damn my sense of courtesy.

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