i've had a busy few days. busy being SICK, that is.
i'm in stage three with the cold. week three, stage three. from head cold to chest cold to horrid, tight chested, wheazy dryish cough where i get dizzy from lack of oxygen because my lungs don't work. i'm run down, i'm tired, i'm dizzy.
this is fucking shit.
i've been to another doctor since, today at uni, who offered me antibiotics with side effects i had to press him to explain. spew guts. great. i'd blotted that out of my memories of last time with this cold. that 'wonderful new top drug for respiratory infections in europe' antiobiotic makes me spew up. vigorously. it's also likely to give you thrush. so i'll really enjoy the next week. itchy and vomiting.
so i pocketed the script with a 'yeah, right i'm going to take this without checking it's not the one that makes me spew' and no intention of shelling out the dosh until i'd double checked it with a real doctor.
i'm going to go to dr flowers. couldn't get an appointment til next goddamn friday (a week! A WEEK!). so i'm going to stalk her at the drop-in clinic tomorrow. not the derro/junky drop in type clinic. the sad, desperately ill student drop in. where we fight for a last minute appointment.
meanwhile i'm filling my head with nasal spray, ventolin and pulmucort, and decongestants. symptom management is go.
i've done no exercise in three weeks, so i'm stiff and sore and cranky. i've tried walks, but i get tired and faint and feel spewy.
this has to end.
Posted by Dogpossum on June 11, 2004 01:17 AM