I hate being sick *pathetic cough, eyelash bat*

[missmiah]

Apparently I have a chest cold now.

Last week it was a case of the raging pukies that managed to morph into some horrid mutation of coughing pukies (With bonus bathroom issues thrown in for free!), and now I think (Knock on wood.) that the pukies have pretty much limited themselves to just coming up (Haha, see what I did there?) when I cough so hard everything tries to shift upwards to escape.

So, I feel like crud, but I think it's the sort of crud-feeling that comes when you're finally on the mend?

Also, Sudafed. Sudafed is my friend. I love Sudafed. I want to hug it and squeeze it and call it George. Slightly less so for Sudafed's bestie Mucinex D. Oh, don't get me wrong, Mucinex D does a lovely job at doing whatever Mucinex is supposed to do and it only made me a tiny bit loopy(er) but it turns out that Mucinex and my beta blocker are mortal enemies and will duel to the death in my blood stream! Or they just don't interact well, something like that. The box wasn't too descriptive so I just filled in the blanks. Anyway, I didn't bother to check to see if my particular beta blocker was on the verboten list (it was) until after Captain fed me two Mucinex (Mucinexes?) last night because he was tired of hearing me cough and whine that it hurt AND nothing was coming up, so then I spent the next twenty minutes before I passed out convinced I was going to die in my sleep.

So that was fun.

Tomorrow I go to see a doctor at the hospital to try to convince them to give me new prescriptions for nearly all my meds because the old ones are over a year old and the pharmacy won't refill them now. And I'm pretty sure I'm going to walk in all "Here's a list of meds I'm on, dosage, what they're for, how many times a day. Please give me more." and the doctor will be all "I see you take meds for this, this and this... Did you know you have a cold? Let's do some tests for that." and totally ignore the prescriptions I want. Because that's what they do. ALSO, I do not know what doctor I'm seeing tomorrow because Captain made the appointment and didn't get a name, or even remember what department I'm supposed to go to and it's not like the hospital is 13 stories high - oh wait, it totally is.

So tomorrow will be an adventure.

Also, tonight we were hoping to go to the game store because I have not left the house since Saturday when I had that overheating-unknown-fever thing, so it would be nice to go out and not feel like death warmed over. But that would involve not actually feeling like death warmed over so we're not positive about going out yet. And tomorrow, we're supposed to go to another game store for our Call of Cthulhu game - which... I don't like the other store. It wigs me out. People go there who do not bathe. I am judgmental, I fully own that, but I should not be able to see things moving in your hair, ok? That's not right.

Finally, the dog is locked in his crate right now because a semi trailer parked in front of the house around eight thirty this morning, and some stranger off loaded a pallet of stuff (roof stuff maybe?) into my driveway and then drove off, which lead me to believe that perhaps we are, in fact, getting a new roof after all? And perhaps the roofers might show up at some mysterious point this week, but I don't know when, so right now the dog is being punished because he can't be in the living room when strangers decide to walk in our yard because he goes NUTS so...

Am annoyed.

And sick.

Comments

[shiv5468.livejournal.com]

I hope you feel better soon.

[tifsuz.livejournal.com]

I want to hug it and squeeze it and call it George. I actually LOL'd at this and though - "Ha! I'm not the only one who says it anymore!"

Sudafed is awesome, even the fake kind.

Feel better!