And because the Weather Gods hate me, the threat of icy roads/actual icy roads/generally bad conditions has closed not only my doctor's office but every doc-in-a-box in the area for the last two days.
Which means I'm starting Day Three of Old-Fashioned Flu. Which means I'm no longer a candidate for antivirals. Which means I'm riding this out old-school style: leapfrogging acetaminophen and ibuprofen, forcing fluids, and wishing desperately for some cough syrup.
I know I railed against Tussionex last time I was sick, but right now I would happily pay a hundred bucks for a dose of the stuff. I'm so high on dextromethorphan (which doesn't work; I know that, but I'm desperate) that I can barely walk straight.
This morning I woke up at 0430 in a drenching sweat, thinking "Thank God! My fever's finally broken!" It had--to 101.
*sigh*
So it may be a while before I post again. I'm going back to the couch.
3 comments:
Poor you! Hope you feel better soon.
Ugh. It's been hitting us too, but only a 24-48 hours version. It went through the whole family. Luckily all of our work/school was cancelled anyway, and we got better in time to shovel out the cars for tomorrow.
I hope you're better soon, Jo.
Eep! Feel better soon!
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