You know, every once in a while the Good Lord has to beat me upside the head to remind me not to try to take on too much. This week has been a grand example of that. I went back to work on Monday and was feeling a bit weak, but otherwise ok. I had a slight cough that seemed to be getting worse, but thought nothing of it. Tuesday I woke up feeling horrid. I had been up most of the night coughing up gunk and thought, “Ok, no big deal I can treat this myself. Done this lots of times!” I should have called the doctor’s office that day. Wednesday I stayed home, and have been horribly sick all week. No sleep, and unable to keep down any food.
I have been MISERABLE. And I’m an idiot. A very stubborn idiot.
I’m so very tired. I cough so hard that my stitches hurt, which makes me cry, which makes me cough more, which makes my stitches hurt more, … and so on …
AND because I waited until late Wednesday to contact my doctor, he couldn’t see me until today. I was poked and prodded and tested for various things. No strep, no flu, no pneumonia. But the infection that’s been going around is a bugger to get rid of, so I am prescribed antibiotics, cough meds, and something for the nausea.
So yeah, I feel like I wasted this week because I was too stubborn to call the doctor and thought I could handle this myself. Maybe if I had been at full health I could have. But I forget sometimes that I am not Wonder Woman.
Oh, and I lost 11.4 pounds this week. That was SO not the way I had wanted to go about losing the weight I had gained back!
Hopefully I’ll be on the mend this weekend and plan to be back at work next week. This is not how I wanted this week to go …