Down with the sickness
This is something like week four of my being sick. Did you know that “sick” and “suck” are separated by one small letter? True.
Anyway, I went to the doctor last week because my cough never went away, but my regular doctor was on vacation and this other lady told me I was having bronchial spasms (something I’ve never had in my life), gave me some Advair and this awful cough medicine that doesn’t stop coughing but makes me sleep, so I cough in my sleep, which is annoying, and she sent me on my way. Coincidentally, that was the last day of my sinus infection antibiotics.
Two days later, I had a 101 fever and was coughing so much that I couldn’t even talk to anyone because it would set off this chain reaction cough that would last for what seemed like half an hour, during which I could see my husband’s eyes dart to the clock, the car keys, and mentally calculate how far away the ER was.
My regular doctor was back today and he X-rayed my chest and sinuses. Verdict: still have a sinus infection. I get to take these high-octane meds now: Levaquin (ruptured tendons!) and Prednisone (steroids!). At least he prescribed the good, worky cough medicine that allows me to have some sort of rudimentary function.
So anyway, I guess that’s good news – at least I know what’s wrong with me now. I can assure you that husbandly sympathy pretty much trickles away after about week 2. Also, he stepped on a nail this weekend, so I had to sympathy back at him, swimmy head and all, when all I wanted to do was wooze.
On another note, the radishes are going great guns, and the carrots and peas made an appearance this morning. They’re forecasting temps down to 40 this weekend, which could mean 25 and could mean 50, knowing this area. I still have to wait to plant the other stuff.