It's cold and flu time around these parts, and if you know me, you know that I have the worst immune system ever. I swear, it's ridiculous.
So when people around me got a cold, I was prepared to get a cold too.
On Monday, I was feeling so-so and this meant that I popped in a nasal decongestant and was on my way. By Monday evening, I was a train wreck.
NyQuil and I had a great time together that night.
Tuesday morning, I made an appointment with my doctor and headed over to see if she could help me out a bit. I was not prepared for what was ahead of me.
First, my blood pressure was low. Super low. Lower than my normal low.
Next, she took one look inside of my throat and ears and said, "Oh yah, you've got tonsilitis again. And an ear infection."
Gee, thanks doc.
Next up, it was temperature time. Fever around 101 degrees. Super.
Then, my doctor did something she rarely ever does: she prescribed medicine. Lots of it.
You see, I like my doctor for the sole reason that she isn't a pill-promoting crazy woman. She's sensible. Want to lose weight? No pill for that. Want to get better quick? Drink water and sleep.
Not this time. This time, she listened to my body all over and said, "If we don't nip this in the butt, it's going to get a whole lot worse."
Then came an anti histamine, a decongestant, a corticosteriod, a nasal spray, and an anti biotic. Yup, five prescriptions.
Then, the real shocker: An order to stay home and away from people for the next 48 hours.
I headed back to work Thursday, and I can honestly say it was the hardest day of my life. My brain wasn't working well. I was dizzy due to my lovely ear infections. My head was under water (like sinus pressure?).
Let's just hope Friday can offer me some peace so that I can rest all day Saturday and head back to work on Sunday.
Lysol, Love, and Airborne,