This is not much fun.

[reynardo]

I should realise that when my tolerance for simple things falls to almost zero, when my rational thought disappears completely and when I don't have the strength to hold open a door and push a trolley, that something is wrong. Add to that extreme bitchyness to unsuspecting friends and snapping at my husband for little things, and surely I should be working out that my body isn't happy.



Three days ago I came home from work, managed to stay awake just long enough to make lunches for the boys, then collapsed in bed.

Two days ago I felt like crap in the morning, as if I had barely slept (despite a good 8 hours worth). I managed to get the guys to school/work and then spent the rest of the morning zombi-ing around the house until work time. Definitely had a low-energy day, being really really annoyed with a friend who was sitting beside me - normally that sort of thing is water off a duck's back but this time I wasn't in the mood for his silliness (sorry, John). Almost fluffed a call that turned out to be monitored (I spent about 5 minutes trying to find out from another section what was wrong with his account and then transferred the call to them, but couldn't be bothered giving the guy the outside number to them - I just wanted the call over). The computer I was on kept crashing out of IE, and then froze in the middle of another customer's enquiry, so I had to throw them back on the queue. Normally I would have just gotten up and moved machines, but I was so tired I really couldn't be assed as well.

Noticing a theme here? This is most unlike me.

Go home that night and just managed to crawl into a shower and bed.

Yesterday I told the guys to catch Public Transport to work and school, as I was far too tired to get up and make them. Dragged my carcase up when the dog started playing *bounce* on my ribs, and had a cup of tea while I slothed onto the 'puter to see who was around. Then surprised myself by getting very bitchy, pushy and picky with a dear friend who definitely didn't deserve it. (You know who you are, and I'm really really sorry.)

I should know by now that if I'm being Little Miss Bitch at sweet types like panacea1 and lordstorm that something else is wrong. By 10am I felt like I was wearing a tight corset (No, I did check and I wasn't) and also rather nauseous. By 10:30 I knew something was wrong and made the appropriate phone calls to work. Headed out to the doctor's with by now a headache and a definitely more-than-just-asthma tight chest, and sat (as one does) in the waiting room for an unspecified time.

The doctor decided I didn't have a temperature yet, but that the sounds in the bottoms of my lungs were not healthy. I had the first chest X-ray in 20 years and swapped stories about alcoholism and TB with the radiologist as she processed the films (my grandfathers, if you must know. The doctor felt that although it looked mainly like a cold, I was heading into a chest infection and needed to start the antibiotics now (she doesn't do this as a matter of course - she saw da_norvegicus today with his cold and prescribed painkillers and fluids, so she knows her stuff that way).

For some reason my being off sick means that I'm on Domestic Duty, so I picked up the goods for a Butter-Chicken-with-the-Works dinner, my son, his new bed, and my husband, before getting home and making dinner. Huh? I'm still trying to work it out, but again mainly it's because I was too tired and not thinking straight enough to say "no, I'm too tired".

Stayed up a little while to watch some show about new films, and then crashed out at about 10.

And had one of the wrost night's sleep I've had in ages. I couldn't cope with my beloved lederhosen's arm around me, because it made my chest feel like it was being crushed. The dog's chin on my side was unbearable, and three times at least I woke to feeling like I couldn't breathe, and had to get on my hands and knees to get my breath back. I've never felt like that before. Scary.

This morning, lederhosen has tonsils that look like thay've got lentils stuck to them, the swellings are that bad. da_norvegicus has a rotten cold and also has the day off school. Guess how much rest that gives me.

So back to the doc, who prescribed some steroids for a couple of days to get me over the bad asthma (which is what the worst of the problems seems to be). No work for three days (half good, but my sick leave is a little high and this won't help). Trying to do less stuff around the house (somewhat difficult) and to also ensure people don't rip each others's eyes out in frustration. The doctor says, though, if my asthma and chest don't respond to the high-dose stuff in a few days, it's slightly more serious - she's concerned about pneumonia. So am I.

And dammit, I'm not even a smoker any more.

Ok, this is a rant. but I had to get it out. Now, a hot cup of tea, and a rest.

I wish.

Comments

[lederhosen.livejournal.com]

For some reason my being off sick means that I'm on Domestic Duty, so I picked up the goods for a Butter-Chicken-with-the-Works dinner, my son, his new bed, and my husband, before getting home and making dinner. Huh? I'm still trying to work it out, but again mainly it's because I was too tired and not thinking straight enough to say "no, I'm too tired".

Don't look at me. I suggested a dinner option that didn't involve you making it, and that was knocked back :-)

[reynardo.livejournal.com]

I know, sweetheart. I was tired, didn't want Turkish, couldn't think far enough to getting anything else delivered, had already gotten the stuff for Butter Chicken, and didn't have the energy to change my mind either.

Sometimes it's better to order me than suggest things. Especially when I'm as tired as that. That's why I was happy to include the "o" word in our vows.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_finbar_/]

*grins* you know if the call monitoring wasnt satisfactory, then you can point out that you werre sick when it happened and you want a re-mark. *nods*
otherwise, take more time off on sick leave *shrugs* i have a very lacksidasical approach to it

[sarin-girl.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

let me know if there is anything at all I can do for ya.. I'll even come around and cook :)

[panacea1.livejournal.com]

*huggles*

I don't remember you being snarky, so it was probably just a feverish hallucination or something. *noddle*

Hope you (and the guys) are all feeling much better soon.

[freyaw.livejournal.com]

Big hugs

Please try to get rest - even if you have to kick Cuton and Lederhosen out to sleep on the couch.

[shadow-5tails.livejournal.com]

You've gotta look after you first when you feel like this, dearone, hard as it is for us cat-herders, because you can't be there for anyone else if you get too badly under the weather and haven't got the strength... Those close to you will understand if you're less than the epitome of grace and decorum when you feel like crap and want to die.  I know - you all have.

And sick leave's there to be taken.  Hell, even when it's used up, you're allowed time off, though you don't get paid for it.  And when all's said and done, it's better to take time off than drag your contagious butt in there and make them pay you for time you're busy infecting the rest of the people connected to your section's air-conditioning unit.

Rest, recover, and don't try to be Martha Stewart just because you're at home (I'm also guilty of this one).  Take care - and if we can be of assistance, let me know?  *hug*

[remus-shepherd.livejournal.com]

(hug) Feel better soon, hon.

[malada.livejournal.com]

**very gentle hugs**

Now tell work to bugger off and get some rest.

-m