I had to check my calendar to see when this whole thing started. Let’s go back to the middle of February this year. I had something – didn’t know what it was, and it was something new to me. My kidneys hurt and I was in the bathroom A LOT. Some type of infection. I was given some meds and moved on. A few weeks later after my cycle of antibiotics had completed, I realize that the infection wasn’t done with me yet. So I ended up at the urgent care with another diagnosis and another week’s worth of antibiotics.
A few days into this run, and when I started feeling better – the eye infection started. I’m sure they’re related and I rubbed my eye the wrong way. So I called up and had a video conference with the doctor (gotta love modern technology) and got my eye drops by the end of the next day.
Over the weekend, I was feeling better – albeit a little crusty. I knew my immune system was a bit off and was being bolstered by meds. So I stayed in and worked to get back to healthy status.
Monday morning, I went to work and promptly caught a chest cold that moved to a chest/respiratory infection. I thought I could handle it with some NyQuil and Mucinex. This was Wednesday night – but Thursday I had a 102 temp and a fever dream that I was a concrete block. I did something I hadn’t done in years. I took two sick days and stayed under the covers. I wasn’t until Friday night that I finally felt well enough to get up and walk around like a human. I ordered some take-out (3 Happiness) for the win. Spicy Mustard on egg rolls and wonton soup made things so much better.
It has almost been a week since I called off – I still have a slightly productive cough and the last bit of an eye infection are being fought.
This has been a long and tiring battle.
I am sick and tired of being sick and tired.