You think you're in control?

Well, I think you're crazy....

As my dad would say, I am one sick puppy. I think I've managed to contract both strep throat and the flu at the same time. I've never had the flu before now, and it's been several years since I had strep throat. My immune system, in general, does a good job. I guess this was just vacation week, though, and everything slipped in.

All through December I fought some nasty congestion, finally feeling better around New Year's. For the last week or two I've had some sinus problems and a bit of a head cold (culminating Thursday morning). but I had mostly shaken that off. I'd maintained a bit of a stuffed up nose, but that was about it. Now, Tuesday evening I began to get a soar throat, but I attributed to all the drainage on my throat and the shifting weather. Wednesday morning, however, I woke up with tears on my face from the pain in my throat. I took some Aleve and drank some tea and felt better. I went to a job interview at Scope 10 and Jeff and I watched Life Support at UNA for the AIDS program. I was still feelings alright until later that evening, when my throat began to ache so badly that I began sobbing, which, as you can imagine, didn't help my throat! Seriously... there's a large marble-sized swelling on the back of my left tonsil that looks like a blister. The right side of my throat isn't the least bit inflamed, which I thought was strange.

Sooo, Jeff, being the dear heart that he is, made a late night trip to Wal-mart and came backed armed with lots of pain-relievers, so all last night I was been taking Tylenol and Ibuprofen (alternating every two hours) and gargling salt water every half hour or so. This morning I woke up at 9ish to go to the infirmary, where I got a shot to reduce the swelling and a prescription for a Z-pack. My ribs were hurting, which was strange. Fast forward some: my mom filled my prescription and brought me ice cream; my throat still hurts but not as badly; my everything is sore and my bowels are completely liquid; I'm taking Tylenol, Ibuprofen, Mucinex, and the Z-pack; I'm dehydrated; my temperature has dropped.

Jeff ventured out again for me and got Gatorade and yogurt and soup and Vitamin C tablets and juices. Jess sent me a health food page with a chicken broth recipe that I'm making right now (kinda... I don't have a couple of the ingredients, but I'm just leaving them out... hope it's good anyway). I tired, but I'm not cranky. I've been joking with Jeff a lot about me being sick, mostly because it helps me.

I really don't get sick that often. I mean, I'll get the occasional sniffles, but rarely do I get sick enough that I can't do the things I want/need to do. This is the first time in a long time that I've just wanted to be isolated until I feel better. My stomach hurts now, but I'm going to get some broth. I will feel better in the morning.

I don't know why I felt the need to record all of this. I guess I just wanted it out of my system (mental and physical!).