Something's got ahold of me!

It started at the Super Bowl party--I was minding my own business, having fun--and while laughing, I coughed a few times. I could feel my chest tighten a little bit, but I figured I'd just use my inhaler for a few days and I'd be fine. I'd been a little stuffy, but in the winter, who isn't?

Plus I was working the next three days and who has time to be sick!

By thursday I knew I was in trouble and ended up in Urgent Care for steroids to help with the wheeze and an antibiotic for a raging sinus infection. I felt sure that by the weekend I'd be on the mend--after all, this had happened before, and the steriods usually hurried the healing along. This time, not so much. By monday I was in the doctor's office, getting a shot of rocephin and one of solumedrol, breathing treatments as opposed to my inhaler, and a new, stronger oral antibiotic. Plus bloodwork.

Ok, cool, THIS will do it--I don't have to be back to work until wednesday, so that is plenty of time to turn the corner!--or so I thought. I think I ran INTO the corner! So, here is it, wednesday evening, and I am going to miss another day of work tomorrow to hopefully continue to heal. My cough is not nearly as frequent, and I don't feel like I am working with each breath, but you don't even need a stethoscope to hear my wheezing.

This is really getting old! Hopefully I'll be able to work on friday, but in the meantime, this is pretty much what I am doing--