Category Archives: Health/Endo

I promised them I’d pick up side dishes for a meeting they had today, that was the only reason I went into work this morning.

Then I had the pleasure of waiting at my doctor’s office for an hour (I didn’t have an appointment). With all those other sick people and a guy talking about his stye. *shudder*

For me, the doctor said it was probably strep throat and he was prescribing antibiotics since I had a fever. I asked if he could swab and test for strep throat. He asked why I wanted him to test for strep throat if the treatment (antibiotics) would be the same? I asked him to just pacify me, please? The test was negative, not strep throat. I picked up the antibiotics and thought about all the times I’ve taken them in the past and had to deal with side effects of severe anxiety attacks, diarrhea and yeast infections. My memory of antibiotic side effects are not fond ones. With that in mind, I decided to wait a day before taking them.

I put an Orajel sore throat relief strip in my mouth (which gave immediate relief for about 10 minutes) that I’d picked up while waiting 20 minutes for my prescription and took an Advil/Sinus/Cold pill (seriously, Tylenol has got to be the biggest joke for a pain killer in the world). With Advil in my bloodstream, within an hour, my sore throat was no longer sore. After a 4 hour nap, I started coughing out (what looked like) brain matter. And my fever broke.

Go Scooby!

I don’t think I’ll be taking antibiotics.

It all started yesterday morning, I felt a little achy. I attributed it to too much swimming, so I shortened my swim by 10 laps. Seemed like the right thing to do, you know?

Then, around this time yesterday, we’d just finished having a late lunch at Tony’s parent’s house celebrating sister-in-law Marigold’s 29th birthday. Suddenly, I couldn’t keep my eyes open, I figured the company was just really boring, or maybe baby Huck was losing his cute or… something, so I went over and laid down on their couch and promptly fell asleep. For three hours.

We ran a couple errands on the way home and I was still so sleepy, but I attributed that to the post-nap grogginess I usually get.

By the time we got home, I was definitely not feeling well. But, I was also definitely in denial that I wasn’t feeling well. As I laid, exhausted, on the bed I’d just finished making, my mind lingered on the new toothbrush I’d just bought that was sitting on the table downstairs, the laundry that needed to be moved from the washing machine into the dryer and the fact that the toilet paper storage in the master bathroom was empty. Those three things were really bothering me. Even though I know my mind obsesses on things when I don’t feel well, since I was in denial, I went downstairs and took care of those chores.

Ten minutes later found me back upstairs, drowsing in the bed, even more exhausted and sore. My shoulders were tense and sore, even my toes were sore and everything in between was sore. And I was feeling quite nauseated. I pondered the possibility that my endometriosis might be returning until I took my temperature and realized that even though I felt cold, I was actually running a fever.

The flu?

A couple hours later anything that had been in me was expeditiously exiting through whichever way possible. I was so sad, all that good food… gone. And after that kind of night, I feel rather like a dishrag that’s been wrung dry. I took today off from work and have slept most of the day, eating the benign BRAT diet, trying to get my strength back.

Tony came home for lunch and expressed his sympathy that I’m not feeling up to par. The thing is, I’m just glad I’m not vomiting anymore. This is the recovery part where I sleep a lot and I really like sleeping!

A bumper sticker I saw the other day. Boy, do I relate!

I really don’t know why, but the pee collection task turned into a huge, inconvenient ordeal this time around. First of all, I’ve had the collection thing since the beginning of the year and I just kept “forgetting” to do it.

Then, this morning, I didn’t leave the house in time to take the jug to the lab before work. So, I stuck it in a brown paper bag, stapled the bag closed and stored in the fridge at work until lunch time. When I left for lunch, I put my closed bag in the passenger seat, buckled it in and I called Tony at work to announce, “I’m a transporter!”

“A transporter of what?”

“A transporter of PEEEEE!”

There was a moment of silence while he registered what I had said and then a low chuckle was his response.

I have never been so glad to be done with a project in all my life.