Under the weather

Jill had her most recent operation on Jan. 16. While I was passing the time in the waiting room, I began to get a bit of scratchiness in my throat. I had developed a runny nose by that evening, and the whole mess quickly moved to my chest within two days. Or so I thought. I had what I thought was bronchitis. Most bronchitis is viral, so I waited it out for a few weeks. These weeks, spent largely at work or at the hospital (Jill came home too soon and had to go back for a few more days), were filled with the sound of my rattly lungs and very productive cough. Three weeks after contracting this "ick", I saw a doctor. She said that my lungs were clear, and diagnosed me with rhinovirus, the common cold. She said that it would gradually get better over the next two weeks on its own.

Three weeks later, I had had it (along with my coworkers and friends). The cough had gotten only marginally better, and I was spiking 100-102F fevers on consecutive nights. I went back in and was diagnosed with rhinosinusitis. Basically, my nasal passages were so swollen that everything was going down the back side, causing me to cough. I got high dose amoxicillin, an inhaler, and was advised to take Sudafed. That was Wednesday. I stayed home most of Wednesday and all of Thursday. I went to work Friday, but stayed mostly off my feet. There was somewhat less coughing yesterday, but today feels like a week ago. Perhaps I shouldn't have taken E to the zoo this morning.

Anyway, blah. This has sapped a lot of my energy. I hope that the RN who saw me gambled correctly on amoxicillin. I'm going to be pissed if I have to go back in for a Z-Pak, which is what I expected.

And now....Pictures!!!

The ubiquitous "Uh oh!"


Right before heading out to the zoo



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