I'm starting off the holiday season on an awful note. I've been sick since at least August - according to the doctor (and to my mom) I haven't been healthy since then.
In the past two weeks I have been to the doctor three times. In the past five months I have been on three courses of antibiotics. I have never really been one of those people who takes a lot of antibiotics, and I've always been pretty healthy (besides being overweight and asthmatic). I'm really sick and tired of being Sick and Tired. Just going to the store exhausts me. Until last week, I've just been working through it, trying not to put my boss in a bind (in my line of work someone has to cover for you or ratios between adults and children aren't legal) and not calling in. I went to the doctor before work on Monday and she thought that maybe my asthma was just holding on and so gave me a shot of Prednisone as well as an oral dosage and pseudoephedrine. The first two days I really started to feel better and wasn't coughing as much, but on Wednesday I was feeling even worse than before the shot and barely able to sleep from the pseudoephedrine (it makes me really jittery and restless).
On Thursday, I was half an hour late for work because when I sat down on the couch to put my shoes on I fell asleep and didn't wake up until I was supposed to be at work. Normally, it takes about 20 minutes for me to get to work, I barely made it there in half an hour - first I got blocked in by the mail truck - the mail lady stared at me and put the mail in the mailbox slower than a snail on his deathbed, then I got stuck behind one of those WIDELOAD parades - a giant boat on a trailer driving 20-25 MPH below speed limit, and finally someone had lost a log off their truck on the freeway that was causing a minor slowdown (more rubbernecking than anything else). After work on Thursday, I ate dinner and went to bed. I didn't fall asleep until around 6-7am, I didn't have to be at work until 11:30am so I wasn't too concerned, but I didn't wake up until 11:00am, which is when I called in sick. I had to, it wasn't safe to drive and my body hurt so much from coughing. When I called in, my boss told me "Don't bother coming back."
I called the doctor and went in on Friday. My appointment just happened to be when my mom was just getting off work for lunch (she works around the corner from the Doctor's office) so she went with me this time. The doc seemed really concerned that I haven't been getting better and my mom pointed out that I've been sick since before the first time I went to see the doc (back in August), so the doc gave me azithromycin, still supplemented with the pseudoephedrine, and I still had to finish the Prednisone (I don't want an Addisonian crisis on top of everything else.) If the azithromycin (which stays in your body for 20 days after you stop taking it orally) doesn't knock this out, than I have to get blood tests or chest x-rays or something to find out what it is, all of which I cannot afford because I don't have insurance and now I don't have a job. I'm trying to grovel to my boss and get my job back, so please pray for me. The doctor also wrote me off work through Friday, much good that actually is to me.
I've spent way too much time sitting on my butt rereading every book I own, watching Lifetime Holiday movies and CSI reruns, and playing Scrabulous on Facebook (with strangers and friends - I currently have 35 active games or something).
Wed, December 12, 2007 - 9:32 AM
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In the past two weeks I have been to the doctor three times. In the past five months I have been on three courses of antibiotics. I have never really been one of those people who takes a lot of antibiotics, and I've always been pretty healthy (besides being overweight and asthmatic). I'm really sick and tired of being Sick and Tired. Just going to the store exhausts me. Until last week, I've just been working through it, trying not to put my boss in a bind (in my line of work someone has to cover for you or ratios between adults and children aren't legal) and not calling in. I went to the doctor before work on Monday and she thought that maybe my asthma was just holding on and so gave me a shot of Prednisone as well as an oral dosage and pseudoephedrine. The first two days I really started to feel better and wasn't coughing as much, but on Wednesday I was feeling even worse than before the shot and barely able to sleep from the pseudoephedrine (it makes me really jittery and restless).
On Thursday, I was half an hour late for work because when I sat down on the couch to put my shoes on I fell asleep and didn't wake up until I was supposed to be at work. Normally, it takes about 20 minutes for me to get to work, I barely made it there in half an hour - first I got blocked in by the mail truck - the mail lady stared at me and put the mail in the mailbox slower than a snail on his deathbed, then I got stuck behind one of those WIDELOAD parades - a giant boat on a trailer driving 20-25 MPH below speed limit, and finally someone had lost a log off their truck on the freeway that was causing a minor slowdown (more rubbernecking than anything else). After work on Thursday, I ate dinner and went to bed. I didn't fall asleep until around 6-7am, I didn't have to be at work until 11:30am so I wasn't too concerned, but I didn't wake up until 11:00am, which is when I called in sick. I had to, it wasn't safe to drive and my body hurt so much from coughing. When I called in, my boss told me "Don't bother coming back."
I called the doctor and went in on Friday. My appointment just happened to be when my mom was just getting off work for lunch (she works around the corner from the Doctor's office) so she went with me this time. The doc seemed really concerned that I haven't been getting better and my mom pointed out that I've been sick since before the first time I went to see the doc (back in August), so the doc gave me azithromycin, still supplemented with the pseudoephedrine, and I still had to finish the Prednisone (I don't want an Addisonian crisis on top of everything else.) If the azithromycin (which stays in your body for 20 days after you stop taking it orally) doesn't knock this out, than I have to get blood tests or chest x-rays or something to find out what it is, all of which I cannot afford because I don't have insurance and now I don't have a job. I'm trying to grovel to my boss and get my job back, so please pray for me. The doctor also wrote me off work through Friday, much good that actually is to me.
I've spent way too much time sitting on my butt rereading every book I own, watching Lifetime Holiday movies and CSI reruns, and playing Scrabulous on Facebook (with strangers and friends - I currently have 35 active games or something).