"If you don't have anything nice to say, come sit next to me."
One of my all time favorite movie quotes and definitely one of my guiding principles to my life, but not how I run my blog. I might rant or rave about something. But I do try to keep quiet if things sort of suck generally. That's why I've been vaguely absent.
Again.
I guess that's why I'm writing. Since I blog for a variety of reasons, one of which is to keep track of my life, I should keep track of the suck too. If I had been brave enough to blog about all the side-effects my meds had after the brush fires of aught five, then I wouldn't have given my doctor such a stupid look when he asked my what exact side-effects I had from prednizone. Instead I had the above-mentioned stupid look and a "Uh....I couldn't eat." Yeah, that sort of logic works well with a seasoned medical professional.
My week:
Thursday: Woman of the Year dinner for the YWCA. Lovely dinner, AMAZING women. I think I might get involved with the group though what I could add alludes me. Anyways, I *thought* I got food poisoning that night.
Friday: Over at Eleanor's having a lovely time. I *thought* I had the beginning of an allergy attack, runny nose, pretty much what I deserve for skipping my allergy shots all year.
Saturday: Eyes sore (which means I can't read, knit or even watch tv), runny nose, fatigue, weakness, sneezing, headache....stayed in bed all day and night slept most of the day and night.
Sunday: Runny nose, sore throat, chest tightness (i.e. can't breathe well), fatigue, headache, swollen lymph nodes (neck area) and grandma would like me to add grumpy as all hell, slept 4 hours, awoken once by Mr. & Mrs. Squirrel having a very loud verbal altercation outside my window.
Monday: Chest tightness, fatigue, headache, swollen lymph nodes - see doctor - start antibiotics - Wake up repeatedly during the night for lack of oxygen (The only reason I didn't call 911 was the knowledge that no one dies from Sleep Apnea. Your body will wake you if you're not breathing.) due to my throat swelling up and all this crap running around in there (and no my nose wasn't running so I'm yet to understand that fun) - Slept a total of 4 hours.
Tuesday: Managed to talk to my doctor without crying (my goal) and decided that since my rule for prednizone is that I won't take it until fear of death...well, waking up from not breathing qualifies. Chest tightness, fatigue, headache, swollen lymph nodes - 5pm: take pred - 6pm - nausea (intense) followed by headache - 12am - 6am - weehoo, slept 6 hours IN A ROW.
Wednesday: Chest tightness, fatigue, nausea (mild), headaches (mild to severe).
Ok, seriously. I know I have a respiratory infection again. I know I get these freaky symptoms that no one else gets. I mean really people. When did your flu give you a swollen throat. I haven't gotten a sore throat since I was about 12 so that was new in and of itself. Buy my whole damn neck swelling from the inside out cutting off pretty much all oxygen intake. That's just wrong on so many levels.
And that brings me to why I'm writing all of this down. Today, lunch was a treat. I got to hang with Erin and we did Panini Cafe followed by Sprinkles.
Food intake for today: I've had one (1) Naked Juice (7am) & about a 1/2 cup of Multi-Grain Cheerios (8am) to try to help settle the nausea. I managed a half a sandwich before the nausea came back (12:30pm) . Then I stared at a box of cupcakes about an hour later. I ate 1/2 of one. Nausea was immediate. Oh, f it, I want my damn dark chocolate cupcake. I ate the other half.
All of that is wrong.
I don't want food? Yeah, that's like Jane not wanting to rip up a rug.
I'm sorry but half a sandwich is not a meal. I mean, it might be for you skinny people. I want my sandwich, my fries, my Diet Coke and my cookie. I didn't get to this perfect size 10 skipping meals ya know.
"It takes work to look like this."
So that's what I need to keep track of. And no, I won't bore you with it daily. I'm hoping all of this dies down by the weekend. Hell, everyday of this I think this is the end of it. And, the good news is, since the swelling in my neck has decreased (apparently that's something pred helps with) I don't have to continue on that medication. Now I can report back on *exactly* why I hate prednizone to my doctor next week. That way, next time I get ill and can't breath (in a normal way, not this throat closing stuff) and he asks me why I'm refusing prednizone and dislike it so much, I can just say:
"Let's look at my chart from May."
That's much better than.
"Uh, it sucks?"
Coming up in our next more interesting, positive and most importantly educational blog post:
Fight of the Century: Sprinkles vs. Danties
Stay tuned.
Again.
I guess that's why I'm writing. Since I blog for a variety of reasons, one of which is to keep track of my life, I should keep track of the suck too. If I had been brave enough to blog about all the side-effects my meds had after the brush fires of aught five, then I wouldn't have given my doctor such a stupid look when he asked my what exact side-effects I had from prednizone. Instead I had the above-mentioned stupid look and a "Uh....I couldn't eat." Yeah, that sort of logic works well with a seasoned medical professional.
My week:
Thursday: Woman of the Year dinner for the YWCA. Lovely dinner, AMAZING women. I think I might get involved with the group though what I could add alludes me. Anyways, I *thought* I got food poisoning that night.
Friday: Over at Eleanor's having a lovely time. I *thought* I had the beginning of an allergy attack, runny nose, pretty much what I deserve for skipping my allergy shots all year.
Saturday: Eyes sore (which means I can't read, knit or even watch tv), runny nose, fatigue, weakness, sneezing, headache....stayed in bed all day and night slept most of the day and night.
Sunday: Runny nose, sore throat, chest tightness (i.e. can't breathe well), fatigue, headache, swollen lymph nodes (neck area) and grandma would like me to add grumpy as all hell, slept 4 hours, awoken once by Mr. & Mrs. Squirrel having a very loud verbal altercation outside my window.
Monday: Chest tightness, fatigue, headache, swollen lymph nodes - see doctor - start antibiotics - Wake up repeatedly during the night for lack of oxygen (The only reason I didn't call 911 was the knowledge that no one dies from Sleep Apnea. Your body will wake you if you're not breathing.) due to my throat swelling up and all this crap running around in there (and no my nose wasn't running so I'm yet to understand that fun) - Slept a total of 4 hours.
Tuesday: Managed to talk to my doctor without crying (my goal) and decided that since my rule for prednizone is that I won't take it until fear of death...well, waking up from not breathing qualifies. Chest tightness, fatigue, headache, swollen lymph nodes - 5pm: take pred - 6pm - nausea (intense) followed by headache - 12am - 6am - weehoo, slept 6 hours IN A ROW.
Wednesday: Chest tightness, fatigue, nausea (mild), headaches (mild to severe).
Ok, seriously. I know I have a respiratory infection again. I know I get these freaky symptoms that no one else gets. I mean really people. When did your flu give you a swollen throat. I haven't gotten a sore throat since I was about 12 so that was new in and of itself. Buy my whole damn neck swelling from the inside out cutting off pretty much all oxygen intake. That's just wrong on so many levels.
And that brings me to why I'm writing all of this down. Today, lunch was a treat. I got to hang with Erin and we did Panini Cafe followed by Sprinkles.
Food intake for today: I've had one (1) Naked Juice (7am) & about a 1/2 cup of Multi-Grain Cheerios (8am) to try to help settle the nausea. I managed a half a sandwich before the nausea came back (12:30pm) . Then I stared at a box of cupcakes about an hour later. I ate 1/2 of one. Nausea was immediate. Oh, f it, I want my damn dark chocolate cupcake. I ate the other half.
All of that is wrong.
I don't want food? Yeah, that's like Jane not wanting to rip up a rug.
I'm sorry but half a sandwich is not a meal. I mean, it might be for you skinny people. I want my sandwich, my fries, my Diet Coke and my cookie. I didn't get to this perfect size 10 skipping meals ya know.
"It takes work to look like this."
So that's what I need to keep track of. And no, I won't bore you with it daily. I'm hoping all of this dies down by the weekend. Hell, everyday of this I think this is the end of it. And, the good news is, since the swelling in my neck has decreased (apparently that's something pred helps with) I don't have to continue on that medication. Now I can report back on *exactly* why I hate prednizone to my doctor next week. That way, next time I get ill and can't breath (in a normal way, not this throat closing stuff) and he asks me why I'm refusing prednizone and dislike it so much, I can just say:
"Let's look at my chart from May."
That's much better than.
"Uh, it sucks?"
Coming up in our next more interesting, positive and most importantly educational blog post:
Fight of the Century: Sprinkles vs. Danties
Stay tuned.
Labels: random ramblings
posted by jenna! at
1:59 PM
1 Comments:
that sux, sorry you're going through all that. i'll report back on the best pizza though!
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