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Short Story: I’ve been so ill that I coughed by uterine lining out. If I were pregnant, this would be a miscarriage…from coughing. Can you imagine the coughing necessary to literally rip your uterus apart? NOICE!
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My body held it together for Thanksgiving Dinner and then crumbled. Or imploded, more like. I was geared up for a huge weekend of eating and mostly drinking. YAY!
Except I got neither.
I made myself a vodka drink once it had gone 9:30h — as is Tradition following Reed House Rules™.
I didn’t enjoy it, which is to say when I drink, I get hyped up. I blame the self-diagnosed ADHD.
I just felt bored (which is an unnatural feeling for me, I’m always interested in too many things at once). Like Garbo, I wanted to be left alone, which isn’t good on a family feast day.
I ate some turkey and potatoes and spent hours with the nieces-3 but wasn’t feeling it. I don’t think they noticed cos I bucked up and played Ta. They need consistency.
We eat early, so by 15h, they were leaving. I recall thinking, ‘If I don’t lie down, I’m going to fall down’ but I don’t remember getting into bed. I awoke around 22h, sick as a dog. Chilling, teeth literally chattering uncontrollably. Shaking so hard, I could barely walk but walk I did to take some fever reducers and drink water. I couldn’t sleep from the discomfort.
Around 1h, I started coughing and snotting. That wasn’t too horrible compared to the quaking and quivering and deep down pain from inside every bone of my body. My temp — with fever reducers — was 103.8F and stayed there for 48hrs. The next two days, it dropped to the 102.7-9 range. Then the coughing grew incredibly worse, deeper and you could hear fluid in my chest. As a person who got pneumonia twice since Christmas 2004? When producing that much thick, yucky stuff from my chest, I know that I need antibiotics. Gladly, Bobby had some. Yes, I took my dog’s meds (they weren’t doggy-treat flavoured but regular pills) for three days. Then, I traded up and got my own from the doctor. I’m still coughing up stuff but went to work Thursday and Friday.
I had to go back to the doctor after work Thursday since the…bleeding just kept going on and it’s not a time of the month it should. And more. Sure enough, as the Short Version stated, I ganked something in there coughing like a well, I don’t know what.
The prognosis is if it’s still going on after 2 months, we’ll look at interventions. Normally, I’m VERY (schedule-wise). I may or may not have menses for a couple of months. Since I’m a ‘regular for the last 30 years girl,’ this was particularly alarming. That said, I reckon the doctor is right. A lot of women have things happen and it sorts itself out. At this point, I’m hoping that this chest infection heals or I’ll have to get more antibiotics and maybe steroids, which I hate but I’ve been down this road of dire chest infections before.
Mostly, I wasted 7 days of vacation time. Okay, that’s probably not what I should be complaining about but you know what I mean! Being sick sucks. Being sick and having to pay for it from your own free-time and money? BULLSHIT, yo!