So yesterday I finally broke down and went to the doctor. I say I hit the Trifecta. I told my husband I thought it was 3 different things and it was exactly what I said it was. I had meant to go to the doctor on Friday when the regular office was still open but honestly didn’t even feel good enough to force myself to get ready to go. This all started about a week or more ago. Yeah, a few days after I got back from visiting with my sick friend. But that’s ok. She needed me and I’d do it all again tomorrow if she asked.
Anyway, it started with just a general lousy feeling like I had a virus or something. Stomach stuff and headache and achiness. I finally broke down and started taking that sniffling, sneezing, aching, coughing, stuffy head, fever how the hell did I wake up on my kitchen floor night time medicine and it wasn’t doing anything to make me feel better. Then last Tuesday or so I guess, I started losing my voice. I told Hubby it was his birthday present. In honor of his birthday I haven’t been hardly able to talk for almost a week now. Woo hoo! He’s been in heaven. But he doesn’t get it. When the kids call, I’ve been trying to give him the phone to relay any message because you really can’t understand me over the phone and he says whatever he needs to say and then goes “OK, here’s your ma!” DUH! I gave YOU the phone because I can’t talk!
We were supposed to go to Savannah for his birthday and I honestly was just not up to it. He wasn’t feeling well either so we decided to put it off until we both feel up to it. We are supposed to go to Wilmington this week so I’m hoping I’m better by then! On his birthday I don’t think either of us went any further than the mailbox. We felt that bad. Thursday we felt a little better and he wanted to see #3 in action at her new job so we drove the hour out to Alpharetta so he could see her work and it was all I could do to drive back. I’ll tell you how bad I felt…. Friday night we went out to a Mexican restaurant and I ordered a margarita and I think it was still over half full when we left. Nothing has really tasted right either.
Saturday morning I awoke to my right eye crusted shut and my left eye not much better. GREAT! I called the doctor’s office because hubby thought they had Saturday morning hours but apparently not. I called about 3 different ones before he said to just go to the “doc in a box” as we call it. I told him I was NOT going to go to the one that almost killed him (another post sometime) so I went to a newer one. They open at 9 but I had to go to the bank and run a couple of errands first so I got there a little before 10. There were only two people in the waiting room. One they called back almost immediately and the other they called up to the desk to tell she was going to have to come back Monday because she didn’t have her paper work right, whatever that meant. I ended up sitting there 30 minutes in an empty waiting room. See?
Oh, and there is a BIG sign on the wall in yellow that says if you have a cough you need to wear a mask. So, I had to go to the front desk and ask for a mask. I already had on sunglasses because I was pretty sure I had conjunctivitis (pink eye, which is VERY contagious). And then I had to go pee in a cup. While I was in the bathroom I caught sight of myself in the mirror and scared myself. Wouldn’t this scare you too?
I finally get in the exam room and after she takes my vitals the doctor finally comes in. He looks young enough to be my son which was disturbing enough. After discussing my symptoms and listening to my back and chest he said he’d like to take some xrays. I get to put on my beautiful hospital type gown and they take 6 xrays. 3 each of my chest/lungs and 3 of my sinuses. I asked her if she was just trying to ascertain that I still had a brain? At least I made her laugh. Then the doctor comes back in and tells me (just what I had thought) that I have a sinus infection, bronchitis and conjunctivitis (from the sinus infection, he said). At least it wasn’t pneumonia! Then they give me a shot and give me two prescriptions and sent me on my way.
The thing I really wanted to know and asked him was: I have always heard that bronchitis is NOT contagious… then how come my friend had bronchitis and now I have bronchitis if it’s not contagious? He tried to give me some mumbo jumbo about how bronchitis itself is not contagious but the virus that sometimes causes it is. Isn’t that the same thing? Same results anyway!
So, yesterday and today #1 and her hubby were here visiting from Nashville. I tried to wear my mask most of the time so they wouldn’t catch it and as hard as it was not to hug on her I tried to keep at arm’s length. Plus, they weren’t here a lot because they had a wedding to go to last night and then went to the Braves game today. BUT, SIL was so impressed with my inability to talk that he told me to take my mask off and give #1 a BIG nice hug before they left. Hmmmnnnn sounds like he wants a little quiet around the house!