I haven’t posted in days. Regulars know this is highly unusual. I’m addicted to self expression and it just about kills me not to be able to journal, or blog. But these past few days I’ve been so under the weather the building could have caught fire and I wouldn’t have cared in the least. I just would have rolled over and enjoyed the heat since I had a bad case of chills.
Last week was the week from Hell. It really put a damper on Easter. I feel like all the things I love about Easter, all the spiritual preparation etc. just sort of fell by the wayside.
As I had blogged before, we were very behind at work. I had stayed home Monday last week (after sleeping all weekend) thinking that I could sleep off this bug. It seemed to be viral and not bacterial and I really hated to waste the money and the time off work to be told to drink more orange juice and get plenty of rest.
So, Tuesday and Wednesday I struggled through my day feeling horrible. I mean pretty darn horrible, which doesn’t help on a deadline. Nothing like trying to read edits and being unable to focus on the page because your nystagmus is all over the place. Mine tends to get worse when I don’t feel well or am very tired.
Thursday I felt very bad, but I went in. I felt like I had to go in. As the day went on I noticed I was getting pains in my upper back every time I took a breath in – okay, that’s enough of that. The last thing I need is some respiratory infection.
I called my new doctor but couldn’t be seen until Monday – even if I saw another doctor. Well, that wasn’t going to work, and the ER seemed like overkill – so I asked my boss about the urgent care place doc-in-the-box where she takes her kids. I must have looked really horrible because she said she’d drive me over there right away. They sent me home and my boss even drove me home.
I tried to work at home the next day, but I couldn’t stay awake. I still felt as though I’d been hit by a truck. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a silly cold last that long – nearly two weeks.
And, of course, being an HPS’er adds a whole other layer to colds, especially when they go to your lungs. You can’t help but wonder what’s going on in there? Could this be the trigger that could take my fibrosis from stable to off and running? Is this stupid cold creating more scar tissue? I can’t help it. These thoughts run through my mind, especially when it hurts to breathe.
Needless to say, I’m way behind on personal business. I owe about a zillion e-mails and then there’s conference. Oh boy, I’m so behind on that. Nothing like winging it.
Last week was the week from Hell. It really put a damper on Easter. I feel like all the things I love about Easter, all the spiritual preparation etc. just sort of fell by the wayside.
As I had blogged before, we were very behind at work. I had stayed home Monday last week (after sleeping all weekend) thinking that I could sleep off this bug. It seemed to be viral and not bacterial and I really hated to waste the money and the time off work to be told to drink more orange juice and get plenty of rest.
So, Tuesday and Wednesday I struggled through my day feeling horrible. I mean pretty darn horrible, which doesn’t help on a deadline. Nothing like trying to read edits and being unable to focus on the page because your nystagmus is all over the place. Mine tends to get worse when I don’t feel well or am very tired.
Thursday I felt very bad, but I went in. I felt like I had to go in. As the day went on I noticed I was getting pains in my upper back every time I took a breath in – okay, that’s enough of that. The last thing I need is some respiratory infection.
I called my new doctor but couldn’t be seen until Monday – even if I saw another doctor. Well, that wasn’t going to work, and the ER seemed like overkill – so I asked my boss about the urgent care place doc-in-the-box where she takes her kids. I must have looked really horrible because she said she’d drive me over there right away. They sent me home and my boss even drove me home.
I tried to work at home the next day, but I couldn’t stay awake. I still felt as though I’d been hit by a truck. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a silly cold last that long – nearly two weeks.
And, of course, being an HPS’er adds a whole other layer to colds, especially when they go to your lungs. You can’t help but wonder what’s going on in there? Could this be the trigger that could take my fibrosis from stable to off and running? Is this stupid cold creating more scar tissue? I can’t help it. These thoughts run through my mind, especially when it hurts to breathe.
Needless to say, I’m way behind on personal business. I owe about a zillion e-mails and then there’s conference. Oh boy, I’m so behind on that. Nothing like winging it.
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