Monday, May 19, 2014

I'm Throwing Myself a Pity Party...

Well, I'm still sick. I've gone to the doctor twice, gotten two different types of antibiotic shots, two steroid shots for inflammation, taken a full ten day cycle of Amoxicillin and am still freaking sick. I've taken theraflu, BC Powder, Tylenol, downed four or five bags of Ricola, taken Benedryl, Advil, vitamin C, tried DayQuil and am now onto Tessalon perles for the cough. But, I'm still sick.

I could ring Matt's neck. The only consolation here is that he's still a bit sick, too, and that I'm feeling better than I was even though I'm not completely better. If he ever intentionally coughs on me again, I'm seriously going to... I don't know. I'm apparently still too sick to come up with a good threat.

Unfortunately, I've developed some moderately serious symptoms that my doctor seems to have no idea about. Most notably, a pretty serious case of hematuria. It's the reason I went to the doc the second time. They tested me for a bladder or kidney infection, but I don't have one. So, she's not sure what's causing the blood which is only making me fear the worst. And, while I'm trying not to stress out about it, it's not going all that well considering stressing and worrying are my best skills. This whole thing has my anxiety way up, which isn't helping anything at all. My coping skills are already pretty crappy and being sick makes it worse. The only good sign is that I don't seem to have any other symptoms of serious illness. No fever, no pain in my back or sides, the dizziness and nausea have pretty much gone away.

So, I've pretty much spent the last two weeks laying on my sofa trying really hard to get better. No dice just yet except that I seem to feel good enough to sit at my computer for longer than ten minutes at a time. That's progress, I suppose. Oh, and bonus, I've started having migraines and some pretty bad heartburn. In short, I'm a total wreck.

And, now I'm going to go lay down on the sofa, stare at the TV some more, and try really hard not to feel sorry for myself (which isn't really my best thing when I'm sick).


  1. Awww, you poor thing! (I'll gladly be one of the sympathizing guests at you pity party). That's terrible! I can't even fathom getting sick for two days, let alone for THIS LONG. Ugh.

    At this point I don't think you can blame Matt's deliberate cough for the state you're in. Given that even he can't quite shake whatever it is you two have, this thing is a powerful virus and you would have caught it by now anyway. Poor bastard though, there's no way for him to prove it might have happened anyway. LOL

    Your first paragraph starts with "stick sick" and ends with "stick sick," so you either have a type of sickness that I have never heard before, or you really are sick!

  2. Thanks for the catch on the "stick sick" thing. I've fixed it. Would you believe that I actually did read this post before I published it? I'm just feeling so crappy.

    And yeah, I think you're probably right about Matt. Still, I'm clinging to the coughing on me thing. It's his fault I'm sick. LOL ;)