I’m sick. Again.
A week ago Monday I woke up with a very sore throat. My whole neck felt like it was on fire. And my voice started cracking. By the end of the day I could barely speak. Any time I spoke it came out as a low growly whisper.
By Tuesday I was feeling better. My throat no longer hurt. My voice was back. All was good.
Or so I thought.
Around 5:30pm my nose was a toss between completely stuffy and dripping snot down my face. Good times.
By Wednesday it was clear I had a cold. And a bad one. My head felt like it was going to explode. At at times, I wished it would. I couldn’t breath out of my nose. My throat was sore again. I was coughing so much my abs were burning. And my low growly whisper voice was back.
That night Spencer asked, “What’s wrong with your voice?”
I said, “It’s my sexy voice.”
Spencer kind of rolled his eyes and replied, “You don’t have a sexy voice. You haven’t had a sexy voice since you married Dad.”
Nice. I can’t even get the love from my own kids when I’m clearly on my death bed.
Finally by Sunday I could breath again. Out of one nostril. I could sort of see the light at the end of the tunnel.
But by this point the cold had moved in to my chest. I don’t know why I wait so long. I have asthma. And chronic sinusitis. COLD’S ALWAYS MOVE IN TO MY CHEST. And yet I ALWAYS wait way too long before I go to the doctor. And then I end of with pneumonia. You’d think I would have learned by now. But no. I’m stubborn like that.
So on Monday I finally dragged my sorry butt to the doctor. I sat in the room, making my way through his box of kleenex and coughing up a lung.
The doctor came in and looked up my nose. Red and swollen. But not as bad as he thought it would be.
Then he listened to my chest. One deep breath and he said, “Wow. You sound really bad.”
Jeez. I can’t even get any love for my doctor.
He thinks I probably have the beginning of pneumonia, but he can’t really hear anything over all the rattling of the “gunk in my chest” (his words…which I’m sure they teach in medical school).
So I got another shot of steroids in the butt. I’m pretty sure there isn’t a single person in that office that hasn’t seen my ass by this point. And now I have a prescription for an antibiotic and Prednisone. Which means I’ll soon be up all night with insomnia thanks to the steroid.
Gotta love asthma.