So I’ve spent the last three weeks battling with one fucking sickness or another. First it’s a monster cold that I get from Drew. That goes away, mostly, and I feel great for, oh 3 days. BAM! This sinus infection hits me like a speeding semi-truck from out of left field. Seriously, sinus infection? Where the hell did you even come from?
So finally Sunday, in agony, I call 8-1-1 and talk to a registered nurse. I’m convinced by this point that I have swine flu, but she calms my fears and tells me it sounds like a throat infection. She insists I go see a doctor that day, and I obliged. Thankfully my doctor was in the clinic for walk-in hours that day, and the clinic was all but dead. 10 minutes and I had my prescription in hand.
Drew, being the lovely sweetheart he is, picked me up some NyQuil and gingerale at the store so I could sleep for the first time in weeks. See, I’d been having this issue where I’d sleep for 3 hours, wake up in a coughing fit and be unable to sleep again for 10. As you can imagine, it did absolutely nothing for my health or sanity. I took my new antiobiotics chugged some NyQuil, and slept for 34 hours (waking up every 8 only to pee, take more meds, and drink a glass of water).
I’m starting to feel better, but it still hurts like a son of a bitch. I have vowed to never get this sick again, but knowing my immune system (or lack thereof) I’ll be sick in a few months again. Fuck off, diseases. Seriously, fuck off and die.
