Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Sicker than a dog
I wonder where that phrase came from. Or what it means. Do dogs get really sick a lot? Hmmmmm....something to ponder. Anyway, that phrase fits me to a T. I have been very sick this last week. Aside from dragging(literally) myself to work every day, I have been in my bed. That's where I went when I got home from work on Friday. It's where I spent all day Saturday and Sunday, and where I crawled after work on Monday and Tuesday. I've been there all day today. I have just been so sick. Today Joe made me go to the doctor. It's a good thing too. I have a raging sinus infection. I am about one day away from Bronchitis. And(it gets better!), I have a Kidney infection. No wonder I've been in so much pain. My doctor was none too pleased. A kidney infection for those of us with kidney disease is not something to be taken lightly. So of course I got a fifteen minute lecture on how dangerous this is, and how I have a compromised immune system, yadda, yadda, yadda. I'm not trying to be condescending about what the doctor had to say. It's just that I had a fever of a hundred and two and was having a hard time sitting upright for any length of time and really just wanted him to give me something to make me feel better so I could go home. So now I'm on a course of heavy duty antibiotics. Heavy duty. In fact, I don't think I have ever been on such a strong dose before. So that's how my week has been. How about yours? You know how in my last post I was saying that when it rains it pours? Well it's raining cats and dogs over here. And I can't for the life of me find my umbrella.