12 posts tagged “sick”

• I've had sinus issues for several days to a week or longer
• My throat is starting to feel raw and aggravated
• I've had an on again off again ear ache
• Now I feel a bit feverish

I can't be sick right now.  I have a project at work that is due by the 5th of Sept.  I'm not even a 7th of the way done with it.  (775 firms to look at and make sure they are coded right----I'm on number 80.)  I have another project that I'm supposed to be reworking after the boss looked at what I thought was the completed project---he wants tweeks.  I have to balance the check book and pay the bills.

Today is Chris's birthday.  I'm making him lasagna, I've already baked the cake (thank goodness it doesn't need frosting) but I still have to throw the lasagna together and make the garlic bread.

I want to go to bed and go to sleep....oh, but I have to be up extra early in the morning to take Jordan to meet my Dad so he can go to a water park.  Maybe I'll just come back home and go back to bed.

Chris and I went to the doctor this morning.  He went because he's gained close to 30 pounds in the last 12 weeks and me because of a cough I've had for two to three weeks.  As I predicted the doctor took some of Chris's blood to run some tests and set up an appointment for a resting metabolism rate check.

When it came time to look at me though, I was in for a couple of surprises one of which was a chest x-ray and the other was the doctor predicting, after listening to me cough that the outcome of the x-ray would be that I had whooping cough (pertussiss).  He went on to explain that people 'our' age (he's close to me in age) are finding out the hard way that some of our imunizations are not working as they did when we were younger and we need boosters.  Oh, great.  Whooping cough...and where all have I been since I started coughing?  My parent's (in their 70's), my in-law's (in their 60's), Houston (all my new and old friends) and numerous other places.  I got to thinking of the newborn babies that I had just seen in the waiting room.  I didn't go near them---but I had coughed and even though I covered my mouth germs are escapable little critters.   ~sigh~  So, a few minutes of 'oh my goodness who all have I infected?' was going through my mind before the doctor came back and said "Nope, not whooping cough.  Just good old fashioned bronchitis."  ~sigh~ of relief.

So, why is it that you can have a cough for two to three weeks and feel fine, except for the cough; go see the doctor and he says "You've got bronchitis, you're sick." and *WHAM!!* you feel terrible....all you want to do is take a nap and not have to do anything?  This was even before I took any of the meds he prescribed...two different cough meds AND an antibiotic but no decongestant to help clear the head even though he saw fluid behind my ears.  Oh well, the pharmasist said I can take Sudafed with the other meds so I will.

I'm so happy I don't have whooping cough. 

I feel so useless when I'm sick.  But at the same time I feel like I have to keep on doing things that normally get done....because if I don't do them who will?

I worked half a day today.  Two hours this morning, a two hour nap and three hours this afternoon.  I didn't really get anything done. 

I found out that my boss wants me to train my Indian agents how to do another part of my job.  Fine, I can do that.  Unfortunately it is a very difficult thing to learn hands on, and I'm going to be training via e-mail and through a language barrier.  fun.  I see another trip to India coming up for me fairly soon.  Possibly even before Chris goes back in June.

The Hydrocodone cough medicine has me wiped out.  I take it and it makes me so sleepy.  If I don't take it I feel the heaviness coming and settling on my chest again.  But, if I nap now I won't sleep well tonight.  I may have trouble tonight anyway....I drank a cup of coffee after my nap this afternoon.

I know I have it better than many many people out there that are really and truly sick.  I'm not denying them their illness or thier right to complain....I just hate to be sick and I feel like complaining about it.  :^)

Okay, carry on.

Xavier is sick.  Terrible horrible cold, cough, sneezy, snotty nose, chest congestion, fever, sore throat.  Poor baby.  AND he's teething---popping THREE molars at once.  He feels so bad he can't even sleep.  Poor baby.

Poor Tressa.  She's sick, too.  Fever, sore throat, trip to the ER--antibiotics, the whole bit.  I'd keep X for her while she sleeps, but he won't go to anyone but her...and he just drapes on her like he's a rug.

I have always thanked my lucky stars that Jordan was not a sick baby/toddler---but when I witness stuff like this I'm that much more grateful.

Our niece, Caroline, who is only five months old is in the hospital with a severe UTI.  They admitted her this morning/afternoon after she spiked a temp of 103.5.  She's been started on broad spectrum anti-biotics while they run cultures and such.  Tomorrow they will also do an ultrasound of her kidney/urethra, etc. region.  (I'm not sure what they are looking for.)  After the infection has cleared up (in about two weeks) they are going to run a dye test to make sure that everything is flowing the way that it should.  Five months it way too young to have a UTI---especially since she has an older sister so the parents know how to properly care for a girl's 'girly' region.

Please say a prayer for her.
Thanks!

Bleh!  I'm getting sick.  I have a cough that makes my throat feel like it's on fire.  I feel like I have a small pony sitting on my chest, my nose is all congested and I feel exhausted.  Allergies or a bad cold?  I don't know....I just know that I don't feel well.

I can't miss any more work any time soon.  I haven't gotten caught up from vacation last week, taking Jordan to the doctor twice, taking time off to work in the house and taking a half a day Tuesday so we could go buy a flat screen HD TV.  I do have 11.5 vacation days and 2.5 sick days to use between now and the end of the year.  Seven of those days are already counted for and I don't want to do anything to spoil my Christmas vacation.  I know it is use them or lose them....but I hate to use them up and then need them later.

I'll struggle through, somehow....

Hi all,

We are finally back from St. Louis.  I made mental notes to share...and I've forgotten many of them.  We got to St. Louis on Thursday evening and ate at a new restaraunt.  It was very good.  I over ate.  We stayed with Chris's uncle and his wife.  Got back to Bill and Gerry's in time to see the previews for next week's CSI and all of ER.  (I'm a happy TV geek.)

Friday we went to the airport to get Annie, Loretta (28 months), and Caroline (3 months).  From there we went to visit with Chris's Grandma and his Aunt. 

Loretta was enthralled with the cat, Sherman and followed him everywhere...she even 'told' on him when he got up on the kitchen table and lickednozzle on the Cheeze Whiz can.  We went out to Applebee's for supper and back to Grandma's for some picture taking.  Back to Bill and Gerry's where Loretta was so tired that she walked into the house and laid down in the middle of the floor and refused to move.

Got up Saturday morning, took Loretta to the park so she could run and play.  The idea was she would take a good nap between the wedding and the reception.  Got ready for the wedding; and attended it.  I've never been to a wedding in a Lutheran church before.  The priest/preacher/officiate was a funny guy.  He kept talking about handling love and marraige with care...to handle it with the same care and attention that you would handle nitroglycerin; you wouldn't throw it around. 

Went back to Bill and Gerry's for a light lunch and some rest before the reception.  Loretta flat out refused to go to sleep.  Refused...as in I laid with her for a little while...she sat up the whole time.  Her Mom laid with her for a while, no nap.  Left her alone in the bedroom....HA HA HA....Loretta destroyed a box of tissues and a few knick knacks among other things.  She got a spanking and she still refused to sleep.  She was cranky!

 

Got all gussied up to go to the reception.  It did my non-exsistant ego good to have taken my husband's breath away when I walked into the room.    Too bad none of the pictures turned out

even half-way decent.  Got to the reception and we were seated with a cousin-in-law and one of the ring bearers (he is just too cute!  just three months shy of three years old.)  But, he was in a mood...Jordan managed to dodge the butter knife that he threw; it ended up hitting a lady at the other table in the back.   While we were eating our salads, he started coughing and throwing up...all over his little tux.  Poor baby.  When the entrees arrived he calmed down and ate his plate clean.  I, however, choked on a piece of meat.  Yup, all most needed the hiemlech, saw blackness, and the whole bit.    After everyone ate the DJ stepped in and started playing music.  (He sucked).  I found out that

Jordan knows how to do the Electric Slide and another line dance thingy...he looked so handsome out on the dance floor.  Where did my baby go?  Chris and Paul decided to get drunk as they had an open bar for four hours.  Loretta was crabby, danced a dance or two with her Mom and promptly laid down on some chairs and went to sleep.

Sunday we got up and went to a Halloween store to find Jordan a Leonidas costume for a school project.  Then back to Bill and Gerry's for some family visiting.  I noticed Jordan's ear was bright red and upon further inspection I found he had a rash all over his body.  (oh joy)  We got in some last minute pictures before they all took Annie and the girls to the airport.  They got back and Jordan was not any better, so I had to go to the local Walgreen's to get him some Benadryl and some cortisone cream.  Then when I get back I find out that my mother-in-law is sick, sick, sick.  Nausea, vomiting, diarrehea, headache...(oh joy X's 2)

Monday morning we got up, packed up, and hit the road.  I drove my mother-in-laws car as Paul is not a smooth driver and he prefers his music LOUD.  She couldn't handle anything remotely loud and needed a sympathetic ear to listen to her complaints...when she wasn't asleep.  We got to Sikeston and stopped at Diebold's a farmer's market type thing.  We picked up a couple of pumpkins, some plants and some fresh apples; then off to Lambert's Cafe where we ate and pigged out to our hearts content; across to the Outlet mall where we spent another hour just wandering and buying a few things.  (Mom insisted she felt good enough to do all of this.)  Once back in the car, she passed out sound asleep and she stayed that way for hours.  I ended up having to give up driving as I was falling asleep at the wheel.  Jordan was itchy and scratchy the whole way home....Benadryl and Cortisone would only work for a short amount of time before he was uncomfortable again.

Got up this morning and his rash wasn't any better, actually looked a bit worse, around his ears, all across his neck, down his back, shoulders and on his stomach; even his legs were rashy.  So, off we went to the doctor...where it was determined he must be allergic to the soap that is at Bill and Gerry's.  So, no more Dial for Jordan.  Then I had to make him go to school after missing three and a half days.  I had to lie to the school and say we had a family emergency in St. Louis, if they knew we kept him out for a wedding then he would have had three unexused absenses.

I took today off, too.  Laundry, Jordan to the doctor, pick up Darcy from the place that boarded her, loading pictures to Snapfish and captioning them.  I still need to balance the check book and get in some groceries.

Anyway...I'm back.  I'll try to catch up....but I don't know how well that will go.

...and I'm a bit concerned.  He's been coughing and harking since yesterday.  He's coughed up 'stuff' several times.  He's not resting well as just about everytime he settles into a deeper doggie sleep, he has to cough/hark again.

If he hasn't quit by tomorrow I will have to take him to the vet.  He hasn't quit eating, although he's not so big on the regular dog food.  He'll take a treat, set it down, and wait until Darcy moves or comes near before eating it.  Then part of the treat comes up in the next harking session....but not all of it.

Jordan mentioned last night how Baron is not as skinny as he used to be.  He's put on some weight.  I used to be able to see his backbones protruding, now they are safely hidden under fur and/or fat.  But, he's not overweight.

Hmm...in the time it took me to type this, he's harked three times.

He won't be sleeping in the bed with us tonight.

Poor puppy.

Remember I uploaded that shot of the monkey he saw while on a tour of some Indian temples?  Well, that monkey was yawning and not showing agression.  He came home with many tales of his journey.  They include shoeless walking in the jungle, wading streams also while shoeless, monkey stories (one took a piece of coconut right out of his hand) and hitting his head hard enough to be knocked out on the bumpy jeep ride to the Thousand year old Temple in the Jungle.

While they were in India, Megan (a co-worker that lives in New Jersey/Pennsylvania) started feeling ill.  She had flu-like symptoms and later developed a rash.  She ended up at the doctor yesterday and we haven't heard back from her.  Doug (my ex-boss), for whom this was a first trip to India, ended up at the doctor yesterday with flu-like symptoms.  Today, Chris will go to the doctor as he has a rash all over his body; head, neck, shoulders, back, stomach/chest, legs.  That is three out of the four of them that are sick.  I don't know if David is showing any symptoms of anything.  What has me most worried is the fact that Chris was taking anti-biotics designed to ward off the most common illnesses that can be picked up while traveling India during Monsoon season.  So, if he does end up with something it may be pretty serious as it has not been affected by the Cipro that he was/is taking.

**Edit**

I just got finished talking with Megan.  Her doctor thinks she has Chikungunya; which is a mosquito borne illness that is currently in epidemic proportions in Andrah Pradesh (the part of India they were in).  Go here for more information

Fun.

 

I had a dentist appointment today and Chris needed to go in to Tuscaloosa to have discussions/training with his new people.  Since Jordan is in Tupelo with the Grandparents we didn't have to get up early to get him to daycare so we could get to work and leave at such a time as to make it back to the daycare before they close.  I made sure that Darcy had plenty of outside time before leaving, I put her favorite chew bone, her favorite squeek toy, and her favorite stuffed critter in her crate and the last thing we did before walking out of the house was put her in it.  The crate is plenty big enough for Darcy to move all around in, it is nearly twice as long as she is and plenty wide, she can lay flat on her side with her legs stretched out....the crate is big enough for the extreme few times we have to leave her in it for extended times.  (Besides, she sleeps in it every night.)

By the time we drive our 90 minutes to work, put in our 8.5 hours and drive 90 minutes back home, we've been gone nearly 12 hours.  We walked in the front door and were hit by a wall of nasty.  Darcy, the poor puppy, had had a few bouts of diarrehea while we were gone.  Apparently not too terribly long after we had left as it had dried in a few spots but some of it was pretty fresh, too.  It had splashed up on the walls, and she had pawed her blanket and gotten it all over the carpet remnant that the crate sits on.  Nasty stuff.  I managed to get Darcy outside and went back in to move the crate outside, I looked around for Chris and he was gone....missing....in the bathroom gagging....I got to clean it all up all by myself.  I think I may need to remove the baseboards as I believe some of it managed to get between the baseboard and the wall.  Chris says to wait as the whole house smells bad, it may just be remnants of what was trapped in the air.

Why is it that whenever something fairly nasty like doggie diarrehea, children puking, dirty baby diapers, or anything along those lines, my husband disappears.  He reappears a little while later (after the mess has been cleaned up) and proclaims "Thank you so much for taking care of that."  Well, what the h*ll!!  It's not like I have a choice!!!  If I didn't do it I'd have double duty, cleaning up his puke and the offending item, too.  It gets old.

I let Darcy in, she doesn't smell like she needs a bath, but she just may get one next time I have a spare 30 minutes....She drank some water, not a lot, but she didn't eat.  I put her back out.  I don't know what we will do with her tonight as I need to wait until daylight to scrub her crate clean. 

I'm trying to think what might have happened to upset her stomach...we got back early enough yesterday that any car sickness would have been gone...and she ate and drank normal yesterday and this morning.  I don't know.  I imagine if she is still showing signs of not being well tomorrow will have to call the vet and take her in.  I just hate to do that as she is so prone to car sickness.  I'm not so sure I could handle puke and poop.

Poor Darcy.