I don’t really get sick that much.  Except for this year.  What is it about this year?  Seems like we are always sick.  I managed to avoid whatever Nolan and Chris had a couple months ago.  But soon enough it caught up to me, and was gone in about a week.

But it was nothing like this.

I left for Kettering, Ohio last Monday for a two night business trip.  By late Tuesday my throat started to feel scratchy.  But Wednesday morning it was all-out hurting.  By Thursday when I was home again, the pain in my throat was unbearable.  Friday I saw the physician to be tested for strep throat.  Thankfully that test came back negative.  I was sent home and told to gargle with warm salt water.

Saturday I actually felt better.  The throat wasn’t near as bad and I was happy about our good weather.  Sunday things started to go downhill… fast.  I started to cough, I started to have congestion.  I felt like a Mack truck had hit me – three times.  That afternoon I developed only what I could guess felt like a migraine headache.  I tried everything to get rid of it – nothing worked.  Not even a hot shower.

I took some Nyquil (the good kind that still has the pseudophedrine in it) at 9pm.  I started to doze off on the sofa around 10pm, so I picked my sick ass up and went to bed.

I woke up yesterday morning (I use the term woke lightly, since I hardly slept) still with that damn headache.  This time my whole face hurt.  The pressure was crazy.  I called the physician and told them what was going on, and they called in an antibiotic, assuming I have a sinus infection.

Chris came home from work, stating he felt like crap too.  But he was obviously not dealing with the same thing.  He just said his joints were achey.  (Side note: Not enough to stop him from attending a Cavs game later tonight).  So we ordered in pizza and chose not to do a damn thing last night.  He fell asleep on the sofa about 9pm.  I woke him up and we went to bed at 9:30pm.  I started my antibiotic and took some Nyquil again.

I went to bed very feverish.  My whole head was on fire.  The rest of me was cold.  Go figure.  If I didn’t have all the congestion, I would have called it the flu.  Woke up this morning actually not too bad, fever wasn’t as high, and thought I could go into work today.  But as I started to adjust to being vertical, things went downhill again.  Now I am hacking up all kinds of fun stuff, blowing my nose every 30 seconds, and just not able to breathe at all.

So I called off sick.  I hope I didn’t piss off management too much.  I do have a full workload these days.  But seriously, if I don’t get some rest and get better I may go jump off a bridge.  I’m not usually a big baby about this stuff.   I have a pretty high tolerance for it.  This time it’s getting to me big time.  I think it’s because the symptoms just keep progressing and taking their sweet time doing so.  I need to get better NOW.

I just want to feel good again dammit.  Thanks for putting up with my whiney post.