It’s been quite some time since I blogged. A LOT has happened. We’ll start with the present but we’ll “do the time warp again” here and there. The Head Thing received orders to California back in December and left the 30th of January, leaving myself and Thing 1 & 2 back in North Carolina. Major suck! But things fell into place so the kids and I could move to be with him. Here’s where the fun begins. Head Thing flew home on the 1st of March to get us packed up, finish things around the house before turning it over to a rental agency, and drive us across the country.
Two days after his arrival I start getting sick…I am not even embellishing the severity of this next part…not the cold, not the flu, not really a fucking clue to be honest with you. Some of the symptoms were common of the flu, but then the stiff neck for two days, the fevers over 103 for four days, coughing that hurts to the deepest part of my lungs; something is going on. I no shit sweated off 10 pounds over the course of five days! Monday the movers came and I was stuck in the fetal positing in the corner of the room, unable to open my eyes. I soaked through two blankets, and clothing with sweat that day. I literally felt like I was knocking on Death’s hatch that day. The spouse helped me to get into a bath that evening, due to not being able to walk on my own, and after I was done, crawled back under a blanket naked and fell asleep.
A couple hours later some friends of mine stopped by to pick up a dresser. They stopped by the room to see me. When I woke I immediately felt the shower spray of sweat leech from my body. If I hadn’t of been so out of it I probably would have vomited; sweat grosses me out! Deciding that I was not getting any better with Ibuprofen and Benadryl, I went to the ER on Tuesday: spinal tap (thankfully not meningitis), chest x-ray, IV of fluids due to severe dehydration and a urine sample. All amounted to nothing. The doctor wanted to send me home with nausea meds. I told him to keep it, that I didn’t want any. Seriously, what the fuck are nausea meds going to do for a constant fever, cold chills, profuse sweating, and the inability to eat because you are so sick? Dick, that’s what! Why the hell would I load myself up with a drug that’s not going to do a damn thing to fix the problem…and you’re a doctor? Where’d you get your license buddy? Out of a Cracker Jack box? The brilliancy of some people amazes me!
So here comes Wednesday, I do what I can to help my hubs around the house but then I have to lie down because I pushed myself too far, the fever is coming back tenfold. Another friend stopped by and told me that I needed to go back to the ER. Thankfully I listened. She took me and within 20 minutes in the waiting room I already had blood drawn and another urine sample taken. Though it would be another two hours before I escaped the waiting room and got a bed in the “express care”. After a bit the triage nurse called me in again and told me I had a UTI, and that apparently my sample from the night before also indicated that. Funny, it doesn’t burn when I pee…never would have thought that, but ok. She said there were ketones in my urine. Ok, I’m smart enough to know those aren’t supposed to be there!
Finally I’m taken back and put in a bed…and we wait. Oh did I mention my back is in so much pain from the spinal tap the night before I can barely move? Yeah, this is really fun, and I’m supposed to be getting in a car to ride across country. FML! The PA walks in listens to my chest, tells me he can hear wheezing in my lungs, wants to do a breathing treatment on me, oh and I have an upper UTI, which means my kidneys are pissed, which is his explanation for the fevers. Great, so if I had not of listened to my friend and gone back to the ER I could be dead or in renal failure, close enough! Great to know! He also gave me a party pack of vicodin to help with the pain from the LP. They no joke have pre packs of vicodin made at this hospital. That blew my mind. But for that pack I am thankful because it helped the pain and helped me finally get some rest!
Prescription of inhaler for the Upper Respiratory infection he dx, and Cipro, a seven day course of the most intense anti-biotic out there. Gods if I thought I was sick before this pill surely made me want to die! One in the morning and one at night. The pain this pill caused made me question if it was even worth taking. Eating was also a problem for me the past few days being sick, now it’s even worse with this pill. Will this bullshit cease!? I feel like you can’t even fabricate a story to this level, but alas it managed to take place.
We leave Saturday around 4pm to start our road trip. Most of the pain has subsided in my back from the LP, but now I can feel the pain in my kidneys. I’m still nowhere near ready to travel, but we must. Gotta love time constraints! I was actually looking forward to this trip…before I got sick. Now I’m dreading it.
We made it in the night of the 14th, my last day of anti-biotics, thank the Gods! Here I sit now, the 19th and my lungs are a disaster. I go to my inhaler like David Hasselhoff goes to a hamburger on a binge. It’s rather sad. Shake, shake, puff. Shake, shake, puff. Oh, but wait, only two puffs every four hours. Fuck, I can’t breathe after one. This is bullshit! I have no clue if the Cipro did its job and fixed the UTI. I’ll have to set up a doctor’s appointment for that and unfortunately that’s on the backburner at this point with all the other things on my list I need to do.
So that’s just some of the last two weeks. There is so much more to share, and I will…another day.
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