About three-ish weeks ago (maybe longer, not sure) I had a slightly sore throat and a touch of laryngitis.
Then I got a bit of a cough. Trace had recently been sick and recommended I start with the Mucinex right away, before it got worse. So I did that, and drank several gallons of orange juice, and thought I was on the mend.
The next Monday, I felt BAD. Went to practice but couldn't do much. Friends said I even looked bad.
By the end of that week, I was feeling a bit better, though I was blowing my nose constantly and still on the Mucinex and Sudafed
By Monday, I was feeling even worse than I had the week before. I wasn't sleeping well or much, and the cough had gotten much, much worse. I was literally in tears because I had felt so bad for so long. Trace suggested I go to the doctor, but I was skeptical they'd be able to do anything for what I thought was a cold.
By Wednesday, I'd had enough. I didn't go to work. First time in almost seven years that I can remember calling in to this job because of actual illness. As it turns out, it's a good thing I went: I apparently had bronchitis, pharyngitis, and sinusitis. All the itises.
They put me on a 5-day Z-pack (thought they only came in 10 days, but whatever), and after about three days of that, I FINALLY felt like the end was in sight.
I'm still taking NyQuil, but that's just to help me sleep and not wake up coughing so much. At least it's a dry cough now.
In other news, Trace is in Minneapolis this week. Last night was his first night gone, and as usual I couldn't sleep. I was up till 5 watching Jenna Marbles videos on YouTube and after watching her makeup tutorial have become convinced it's a good idea to get some false eyelashes. I can't decide if this is the product of little sleep or a product of the fact that when Trace is gone, I shop.
Also, NyQuil at 4 a.m. when you are alone for the night may be a bad plan. I woke up around 10:40 and thought I could sleep a bit longer, then woke up again just before 1:30 p.m. The reason there might have been a problem is that I had actually just rolled over to go BACK to sleep when the little voice told me to check the clock. Had I not listened, I definitely would have been late for work.
