...bronchitis! Last night I had the worst coughing fit yet and didn't fall asleep until well after 2 am. It just wouldn't stop, and the coughs were so intense and deep that I thought I was going to hack up a swatch of intestinal lining. I knew then that I had better see the doctor today. So after awaking to another hacking fit at 4 am and another when my alarm went off, I called around and managed to snag a 9:30 am appointment. I described my symptoms, horked and hacked for the stethoscope, and the conclusion was bronchitis. I was prescribed 7 days of the antibiotic Zithromax, a cough syrup with codeine for use at night, and Albuterol, which is in an inhaler. Throw in a refill of Nasonex for my chronic rhinitis, and I ended up walking out of the pharmacy with a sack the size of a fat guy's to-go order at Long John Silver's.
Hopefully my recovery will also give me more time and desire to write. Between this crap and trying to get a lot done on a couple of interesting projects at work, I've been a naughty blogger this week. Please forgive me. Even though I'm not in love with you, I love you like an estranged brother or a mildly retarded farm cat.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to catch up on.
14 comments (leave yours):
Last year I got bronchitis or something like it after cleaning mold out of a humidifier. It took over a month for it to go away completely.
Albuetrol?(sp?) If that is the case then you are even more drugged up then I normally am! :)
I was the one who guessed bronchitis. Do I get a prize? I considered medical school briefly, but knew that I don't have the personality for it. I'd beat myself up for not being able to save every patient- even if it was some guy who showed up decapitated. And I'd probably bitch-slap the ones who were combative and pissed me off. But I am an excellent armchair diagnostitian.
Loops, that mold shit is nasty. I've been told this might take a couple more weeks or so to clear up completely.
Wille, that's it! It's Albuterol (I just went out to the car to take a couple of puffs off of it). I've updated the post.
Kristen, you're the winner, winner, chicken dinner. A couple of other people later threw that guess in the ring offline, too. I had it once back in junior high or high school, but I remember it being MUCH worse than this bout. Probably why I didn't make the connection.
I win a chicken dinner? AWESOME!
Hmm, Extra Crispy? A chicken potpie? It is good in so many ways.
;)
Chicken dinner = that shitty-textured, salty wet chicken in a can. Maybe some fat free mayo.
Yuck. I think I will forfeit my prize. Eating wet chicken sounds like something that could cause bronchitis. And fat-free mayo? ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT?!!! OH, HELL NO!
:)
I would get bronchitis every November from when I was 8 years old to about 19 or 20. I've been there, buddy, it's not fun. Sorry you have to deal with it.
Jeremy, I think you owe the nice woman a trip to Betty Jean's Chicken 'n Waffles.
Kristen, it's just that fat free mayo's all I've got in my fridge. I think I saw a a ketchup packet and a dog turd in there, too.
Lesley, thanks. Perhaps your charcoal buttonhook thingy will rake my energy!
Rich, waffles weren't part of the deal, man! They weren't part of the deal!!!!!
Hope you feel better soon. Do you want me to call Simon Delivers and have them bring you a can of chicken and stars?
Hedy, you mean you wouldn't bring me soup yourself??? I'm sick. *stomps foot* Somebody needs to open the can, pour the soup into a bowl, and push the button on the microwave. And spoon feed it to me. Don't forget the crackers.
So sorry, J. I thought I had the bronchie for awhile, but turns out I'm just allergic to clean air. Not fun at all. But I think Lesley could definitely dephlegmatize your heart chakra and get some of that positive chi flowing. Word.
Elizabeth, I'm not sure I understood everything, but I love chai tea. I can't wait. Peace out.
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