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| (Warning: the following
entry has graphic depictions of my currrent illness and is not intended
for our younger or squeamish viewers; viewer discrection is advised.) It hurts. My throat is so raw and sore right now I can barely speak. In fact I don't speak, I creak, and it has been getting worse as the evening progresses. Dr. Bruce said earlier today "Laryngitis" sometime in the whirlwind two minutes and 26 seconds he spent with me earlier today. He took my temperature and a throat sample for the strept test, and tossed antibiotics in my lap. He was also prescribing someone else's treatment over the phone while writing out two other prescriptions for me (that just took me 20 minutes idling in the drive-thru lane at Walgreen's to get filled). Earlier this week, I had been planning on going to the Erotic poetry slam up at the Starry Plough tonight, but first I get sick, then I practically lose my voice and finally, finally folks my period shows up after days of trumpeting in the form of lower back spasms punctuated by a continuous dull ache. I'm in a world of hurt, my friends, and yes, I'm whining about it. I just want to feel well again. During dinner tonight (it's Jen's birthday and Aron invited me to have dinner with them and their friend, Craig) I could hardly speak; after dinner I coughed up... Let's just say I can breathe somewhat more easily now although I'm slightly alarmed. I have a brand new full bottle of cough syrup with codeine, which is a life saver in times like this, and a nasal spray I wish I hadn't bought (my insurance wouldn't pay for it but I had waited so long in the drive-thru lane that I didn't want to argue - yes, they'd beaten me down (they also couldn't hear me very well through the stupid drive thru speaker and it hurts really bad to shout with my throat like this)). I managed to get clean sheets on my bed today, which always makes me feel better when I've been sick (something about stewing in my sick juices creeps me out after day two of illness); I have planned a nice hot shower then bed. I just hope I have more of my voice back tomorrow. | ||
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