|Someone get that fat guy off my chest!
||[Oct. 27th, 2010|03:44 pm]
How bad is it? I actually made a doctor's appointment. This hacking, not really productive, but yet not totally dry cough, the tightness in chest/throat, the not-quite chills, but still that vague fevery feeling...|
I am the poster child for resisting medical aid. Well, at least until it's justified. The rules for things that are like colds, flu, etc. are this.
Don't go unless: a fever over 102 that lasts more than a day; or any fever that last several days; mucus that has a decidedly greenish or orangeish tint throughout the day, or comes regularly in quantities that near a tablespoon. Or has lasted more than ten days.
Well, kiddies, we've passed ten days and I'm only feeling worse. And there is that feeling that there's a fat man sitting on my chest, and not in a fun way. Plus there's that barking seal thing I'm doing, which could lead to an interesting Halloween costume, if I'd had more notice.
Carp. I really suck at being sick. What I want to do is barricade myself in my room with enough food, beverage and magazines to hold me over until I'm better or dead. And would prefer that the outside world completely ignore my existence until it's over.
Plus, there is no room in my schedule for being sick.
(Please don't tell me that if I had more room in my schedule, I might not be so sick. Seriously? I DO feel well enough to punch you in the head. I will ALWAYS feel well enough to punch you in the head. The day I don't, you can go out and turn the compost so there's room for me.)
And I'm honestly just posting this because I haven't been posting and it may be a couple of more days and I didn't want you to WORRY. So, don't start worrying now. And I'm not looking for sympathy. And for the love of all that's holy, don't be suggesting home remedies to me. The only thing I do worse than "being sick" is tolerating well-wishing and suggestions.
Edited at 2010-10-27 08:10 pm (UTC)