Today, for the first time in almost 2 months, I've decided to forgo my usual daily nap (more about that later) and sit down to tickle the ivory keys. Yeah, that's usually a piano metaphor but today, it's a Mac metaphor.
I'm not even sure where to begin as to why I've been so absent from blogging. Well, I've been absent from a lot of things lately. The first and most taxing reason is that I've been invaded by a little, nasty bug called Bronchitis. The word itself doesn't sound so scary, but let me tell you, it's one of the worst illness I've ever experienced. Possibly even worse than having jaw surgery and being sewn shut for 6 weeks. I first started feeling a minor sore throat and cough on March 6th. I hit it hard with my usual armory of natural immune system builders like Vitamin C, Immunoplex, Congaplex and some other hard to pronounce titles for similar home remedies. For the common cold or allergies, this approach usually works.
Little did I know that my lungs were VERY angry at me and were extremely resistant to my choice of treatment. After suffering for 10 days, I broke down and went to Care Now. The very rushed and slightly condescending doctor said my lungs sounded so horrible that she thought I might have Pneumonia and wanted to do a chest X-ray. She said, "Great news! You don't have Pneumonia. It's just a severe case of Bronchitis!". . . . Oh. Joy. She proceeded to give me a nice little shot in my ass of steroids (I could write an entire blog entry on how horrible this substance is for your body) and gave me a 10 day course of antibiotics. I thought for SURE I'd feel much better in a few days....boy was I wrong. It's been 9 days since I started that treatment and I'm still feeling like a big bowl of crap. I've been sleeping 10-12 hours every night and taking a 1-2 hour nap every day while my child sleeps. I haven't felt this lethargic since pregnancy. And no, I'm not pregnant. I haven't even let my poor husband touch me in a very long time, for obvious reasons.
More so than feeling like I'm going to cough up a lung and die at any moment, the thing that depresses me the most is the fact that I've missed SO much skating. I haven't skated in over 3 weeks and it's what I cry about the most these days. I feel like I've let my body down, I've let my self-esteem down and of course, my team. Our season is right around the corner (my team plays in May) and this is the time I should be on my skates the most. Instead, the most exercise I'm getting is hopping from my bed to the couch and back several times a day. Holy crap, I'm not sure how much more I can take. If I'm not functioning at at least 70% by Monday, it's back to the doctor I go. Let's see if these drug pushing assholes can give me something that will actually work so I can get back to my life.
On the bright side, I quit smoking 6 weeks ago (this Saturday)!! I'm really proud of this and I'm pretty sure this illness is my body's way of purging out the crap. Or, it could just be a really poorly timed coincidence. Either way, I'm so glad cigarettes no longer have the power over me they did for so long. What a nasty, disgusting, stinky, expensive, dirty little habit. I've been using an app on my phone called SinceIQuit, and it shows me how much money I've saved along the way...at 5 weeks and 5 days, by not smoking 474.98 cigarettes, I've saved $148.24! That's astounding. Go me! Now, if only I could kick my daily caffeine addiction, I'd be all set.
