You may want to go purchase a nice cave aged gruyere as I’m about to unleash an epic whine.
The week before I did the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer, I got a nasty cold. I took some vitamins and though I still felt a little sick, I’d been training for months, there was no way in h-e-double-hockey sticks I was going to let this sideline me. So I pushed through.
The next couple of weeks were a blur: stress at work, trip to Palm Springs (fun!), trying to keep up with my 2 year old, more stress at work. Lather, rinse, repeat. I steadily felt worse and worse.
Finally, I went to the doctor. Diagnosis: sinus infection and asthma triggered by a respiratory infection. I got a Z-pak and an inhaler and went on my merry way. Green nose goo turned clear again, I thought I was G to G.
Seeing as how I was supposedly on the mend, I made plans with some friends to go to Disneyland. I haven’t been in years, and Emmett had never been. Also, I was going to get to see some friends and I really needed a break. I mean, come on, it’s DISNEYLAND. How could I say no?
But I should have, because I wasn’t feeling how you should after a week of antibiotics, and my inhaler was no longer helping my coughing fits.
I went to Disney and it was maybe the best trip to the world of magic ever. Emmett saw his hero, Lightning McQueen, and I got to see his eyes light up when he saw Buzz Lightyear in the Pixar Parade. However, I think this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The nail in the coffin, and lots of other metaphors meaning, enough was enough.
Long story short, after a hellish night of fevers, sweating through 3 sets of sheets, and coughing so hard I almost puked, I dragged myself back to the doctor.
The verdict this time? Double ear infection. Sinus infection. And bronchial spasms from my asthma so bad that I’m now on prednisone and a mega inhaler. Oh, and the Superman of antibiotics that cost $75 for seven pills. Yes, that’s over $10 a pill. This shit better cure me and solve world hunger or I want my money back.
So yeah, I need to start taking care of myself. I get it. Tomorrow I’m going to Whole Foods, the mecca of health food, and I’m going to buy one of everything. It’s a start.