Ugh. I feel like poopie. I started feeling under the weather Monday morning but was able to make it through class. I came home and doped up on cold medicine and took a long nap before work. I work up feeling yucky. My temperature was 99.5, I took some Tylenol and got ready for work. Over the course of the night, I was feeling worse and worse. When I got home Tuesday morning, I took more medicine and dropped into bed. I couldn't sleep because I couldn't breathe. I got up Tuesday afternoon with a temperature of 100.1 and took more Tylenol and ibuprofen...and got ready for work. The more I was up moving around, the worse I felt. My face felt like it was on fire and I was so cold. I took my temperature and it was 101.0...and they sent me home from work. I then called a good friend, who is a midwife, and asked her to give me some scripts for antibiotics to clear up the crud I got going on. She poked and prodded and listened to my lungs. Flu swab and strep swab were both negative, but she said that I wasn't moving a lot of air in the lower bases of my lungs and my tonsils were full of pus pockets. Nice. Sooo, a shot of Rocephin, a shot of steroids, and a breathing treatment later...I was on my way home.
Frank banished me to the couch until I get better. The last time I checked my temperature before falling asleep, it was up to 102.0. I slept fitfully until I woke up at 5:30 DRENCHED in sweat. I guess the temperature broke. My throat still feels like razor blades, I'm coughing my head off, and I feel weak; but I guess I will live.
I have a doctor's note to miss school today. Apparently, I'm contagious. Go figure.
Anywho, I hope to be feeling back to my old self soon, at which time I will resume my Daily To-Do's in full force. Until then, I'm just doing the bare minimum.