Minor Set Back

I was doing so well with my blogs and then I got bronchitis - not that I knew that at the time! - and it all went to hell.

I finally gave in and went to the doctor on Friday after three weeks of coughing and hurting and generally suffering and she pretty much took one look at me, listened to me breathe for five seconds and said, "Bronchitis."  Gave me scripts for prednisone and antibiotics and told me to pick up some Mucinex DM, to take all my prescribed medicine or else, and if I was still shitty a week or so after finishing them I could make another appointment.

I finished the antibiotics today, finish the prednisone tomorrow, and guess I should remember to take my damn Mucinex twice a day instead of once.  I still feel like shit.  In fact, I almost feel worse than I did when I first got sick, minus the fever and headache.  I don't know if it's the drugs or what, but she warned me there would be nasty side effects and holy smoke she wasn't kidding.  Been shaky and exhausted and definitely got the paranoia one hardcore.

Went to RenFest on Sunday, and although I was very good and only had one beer, sat down and rested frequently, kept in the shade as much as possible, and drank 7 bottles of water, I was completely knackered by the time I got home (after sleeping in!) and spent all Sunday night and most of Monday on the couch, half-asleep in a bronchitis-induced stupor.  Yesterday the only things I really accomplished were cooking the week's meals, going for a walk, and having a shower!

Today I've gotten some important things done, and hope to do more this evening.  But I at least have enough wisdom now to stop and rest when I start shaking or feeling like hell.  The harder I push at those low-energy moments, the longer I'm going to feel awful.

I kind of wish I'd stayed home today too, but I need the $$, and this job is not physically taxing, and sitting quietly in class and taking notes shouldn't kill me either.  (...shouldn't...)  Thankfully, all my work can be done on the sofa with my laptop, and at the most, with a few extra books lying around me.  PLUS I have enough prepped food to last me all week, so that's one big stress-er off my back. 

I keep telling myself it's smart to do the slowly-but-surely thing now.  Let my body relax.  I have to go to Houston on Friday and that'll be tiring, and I work all Saturday, but at least work is not physically taxing like I said earlier.  And this Sunday I am going to lie on that couch like I'm a Victorian woman with smelling salts clutched in her feeble hand.

Because I bloody well can!