Dying Here

So two weeks ago I went home on Thursday because I did not feel well. I ended up staying home Friday too and lounged around. The weekend I took it fairly easy resting a lot. Then I started up a new work week. Things seemed ok until last Thursday. I did not feel like myself. I felt really weak and I realized at about noon that I was not hungry and other than breakfast, which was at 5:30 am I had only had a banana at like 10. Even with my banana I am normally ravenous by 11. I decided to take myself home and into bed at about 1. I started sneezing then and coughing and everything was draining. So when I woke up I felt like someone had rubbed my throat with sandpaper, I guess from breathing so hard out of my mouth that night. I decided it was probably best to just stay home and rest. By noon I had a fever. Just a small one mind you, when I have anything over 100 I am really sick. I just never get fevers. So I rested. My little Hanna was having her 4th birthday party on Saturday. I could not miss it. I slept in and bought a present and went. It was at the Little Gym so I know she would be too busy playing to catch anything from me. So I mostly sat around and took pictures. I chatted with her parents too. Her father is a photography enthusiast also. After an hour and a half I was done for. I went home and wanted to sleep the rest of the day and lay around. But oh no we had to grocery shop. So I leaned on the cart and looked about like I could keel over at any minute. I tried to get it done quickly but my body was not working in quick mode. I was done for the day. Naps and bed and scrapbooking in between was what lay before me.
Oh we also rented Hoodwinked. It was hilarious. Especially the mountain goat with his "Be Prepared" song. I was absolutely rolling. It is a good clean movie too, which is hard to find now-a-days.
Sunday we slept in through Sunday school and went to church. I LOVE choir and we were singing the prettiest song with the kids, so I could not resist. I sang and as I walked down I felt weak and like I could collapse at any moment. Rachel just looked at me and shook her head. She had tried to tell me my lungs could not handle singing. SIGH! She was right. So I am pretty set that I am suffering from bronchitis. I slept until choir practice and moaned that I could not go. Then relaxed the rest of the night.
Monday I went to class, how dedicated am I. I called in sick and got a Dr appointment. I attempted to nap until then. I think for the first time in the history of Dr Hodges I made it in and out of there in a little over an hour. Miracles do happen! He injected me with some steroids and praise God he had a 5 day sample of antibiotic so I did not have to shell out more money for a prescription. Not to mention have to make the trip to go and get it too. I was sad looking. Having went to get my allergy shots, which is now 2 shots one in each arm and then a steroid shot to top it all off. I looked like an infant that has just gotten its first shots.
Tuesday I decided with steroid in the arm and second antibiotic taken I was in good enough shape to take on work. And let me tell you I was ready to get some scanning and editing files done. But my lungs said HELLO are you crazy we are still struggling to exchange oxygen. My chest was so painful my lungs laughed at the 3 naproxen I took to calm the pain down. I am quite frugal with my sick and vacation hours, might I just warn you now. I felt like I was dying, my face started flushing and my faculty told me to go home. But I argued I really don't have that many sick hours left. What if I really need them later. I made it up until 45 minutes before I was supposed to leave and I threw in the towel. I went home and attempted to nap. Rachel woke me up when she came home and then I only slept a few more minutes. I guess the steroids sometimes don't kick in until the next day. Boy was I wired. By 1 am I was still wide awake, had counted backwards from 500 twice, had recited facts for my test the next day then I guess around 2 I finally fell asleep. I am back at work and the pain in my chest has lessened quite a bit. I am on the road to recovery. Thanks for your sympathy.