Actually, there's not much news to report from my dr visit. My fever broke on it's own with no medication this morning. I haven't taken anything today and the highest reading I've seen is 99.1, so I think that's officially behind me (3 pairs of sweaty pj's later...).
My vitals were all good at the doctor's office (pulse a little high, though it usually is; down 5lbs from not having eaten all week--but 5lbs I could stand to be rid of). She said my lungs sounded congested and wheezy, but my oxygen level was 100%. I have prescriptions for antibiotics (a z-pack) and an inhaler for the wheezing. I've not made a decision yet as to whether or not I'm actually going to fill them, since I've had unpleasant experiences with both in the past. Albuterol from the inhaler makes me incredibly jittery and makes my heart race and I just generally feel temporarily really bad from it. I've probably written before about the bad antibiotic experience I had a couple years ago (short story: it involved 2 months of gastroenteritis and a colonoscopy), so I'm really wary about taking antibiotics unless there's like, visible puss or severe fever. On a more practical note, we have a few z-packs at work so I could much more easily get it there than trekking to CVS to drop of the prescription then trekking back an hour later to pick it up. I'm thinking I might just hold off til tomorrow and see how necessary I think the meds are.
(Also, I totally miss Dr Modi! My new doc is nice, but not as cool/friendly.)
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Killer Cold!
I'm on day 6 of my cold, the last 5 days of which have been spent almost entirely in bed. Yesterday was by far the worst and included a scary episode of difficulty breathing, but that, thankfully, passed quickly. I spent most of the day asleep. (Apparently once you get sick enough, you don't care at all about being housebound and bored!) I felt tons better today thanks to an aleve, but, sure enough, my temp started creeping back up as soon as that started wearing off.
I've officially declared this outside the range of "normal" for a cold and I have a dr appt scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. I'd been trying to avoid having to leave the house, sit in a waiting room and get poked and prodded, but it's probably better to get this checked out. I'm 100% certain it's viral and there's nothing to be done, but I would like to have my lungs checked out to make sure nothing is settling in there.
I've officially declared this outside the range of "normal" for a cold and I have a dr appt scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. I'd been trying to avoid having to leave the house, sit in a waiting room and get poked and prodded, but it's probably better to get this checked out. I'm 100% certain it's viral and there's nothing to be done, but I would like to have my lungs checked out to make sure nothing is settling in there.
Monday, February 7, 2011
An update on the update
Apparently the direct deposit oopsie was partially my fault. I guess I wrote down one digit wrong on the form and the person entering it into the computer used the form rather than the voided check (without comparing them), so my paycheck went to someone else's account. The whole thing has been sorted out though and I have a paper check waiting for me whenever I make it to work.
...As for when that might be, it's definitely not going to be tomorrow. My baby fever turned into a real fever and my cold is making me entirely miserable. I'm pretty much just hanging out in bed. Hopefully my temp will be below 100 tomorrow and I'll consider work on Wednesday. I'm going pretty crazy stuck in bed and I'm wondering how I tolerated being confined to the house for so long last winter.
...As for when that might be, it's definitely not going to be tomorrow. My baby fever turned into a real fever and my cold is making me entirely miserable. I'm pretty much just hanging out in bed. Hopefully my temp will be below 100 tomorrow and I'll consider work on Wednesday. I'm going pretty crazy stuck in bed and I'm wondering how I tolerated being confined to the house for so long last winter.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Time for an update
Thought I'd stop by for a bit of an update.
Things have been slowed down some at work, but it's still keeping me busy and tired seemingly all the time. My job has gotten increasingly frustrating over the past few weeks. I can't remember if I mentioned it or not, but at our work Christmas party, my bonus check had a note on it that I'd be getting a very large raise. I was shocked by the amount, but figured it had to do with the fact that I'd finished the "training" portion of my job rather successfully. It was a big raise, but not so big as to be completely unreasonable. It was going to be about a month before the raises kicked in. I spent those weeks blissfully relaxed, knowing that, with the raise, I'd probably be able to get by financially with just a part-time schedule. I wasn't going to have to keep hunting for another new job to pay my bills. I was also very happy to know that my boss seemed to really be pleased with the job I was doing and knowing that was a good motivator when I didn't feel well or was faced with unpleasant co-workers or customers.
(You can probably tell where this story is going....)
Well, a couple weeks ago, the raises finally kicked in. I got my first post-raise paycheck on a Thursday and opened it to realized the check had been misprinted. I gave it back to my boss and he said he'd correct it and bring me a new one the next day. I hardly looked at the paystub. It hit me, on the way home though, that the amount seemed like much less than I would have expected it to be with the new raise. I had this awful sinking feeling and it hit me that the raise must have been a mistake. I got to work the next day and opened my new paycheck to see that I was correct and the amount of my raise on my Christmas check (it was just written on a post-it stuck to the check) was completely incorrect: Instead of a raise of several dollars, my raise was just $0.50. I confirmed my suspicions in a very awkward conversation with my boss. I spent the day in a fog as it settled in that I was once again, in the spot of having nowhere near enough money to cover my bills and I'd have to start the job hunt all over again. My boss was pretty nonchalant about the whole thing. I realize everyone makes mistakes and we're all human, but him laughing it off was kinda insensitive.
On top of that, my coworker has returned from maternity leave, so I'm back down to part-time. I'm happy to have her back though and I do really enjoy having days off to catch my breath a bit. It also provides plenty of time for job hunting, which hopefully, will yield something workable soon. (To add further insult to injury, we just switched to direct deposit for our paychecks at work and this morning I discovered that mine seems to have not gone through. Thankfully no bills are due anytime soon.)
All that having been said, I'm not panicking too much. I know there's little I can do besides what I already am doing (that is, job hunting). I generally believe that things will work out in the end. Nothing is permanent and eventually, I'll be back to having enough money/health insurance and what not.
In other updates, Josh is still loving his new car. He spent last weekend hooking up his amplifier and subwoofer. I was simultaneously laughing/rolling my eyes as the windows started shaking when he first fired it up. The car is working out great though and it's nice to not have to worry about whether his car will start up or get him to work safely every day. He's just working his one job right now (plants), but art classes started up this week and I know he'll be happy to be drawing and designing again. His classes are in the afternoons two days a week and I have to say I like that schedule better than last semester's evening classes 3 days a week.
Josh spoke with our landlady's son the other day and they have apparently taken the house off the market for the time being. They may relist in the summer or next year. It's nice to know we have awhile to not worry about potentially having to move again. We just started discussing garden plans this week. The verdict is that since I was such a failure of a gardener last summer, I'm only going to take on one bed this year (as opposed to 4). I'm only going to grow greens because that's really all I'm good at and all that we really used. So: spinach, chard, kale and endive and escarole for Bombshell. Probably basil too. I think I'd make a much better livestock farmer...I should try to talk them into chickens!
After many weeks avoiding it, I seem to have caught one of the many colds going around at work. My head is stuffy, my nose is runny and at last check, my temp was 99.6. My neck nodes are all puffy trying to kill the cold. I'm amazed they weren't totally zapped by my radiation, but happy they're helping me fight off the cold. I'm taking it easy for the weekend in hopes that I'll feel better before I go to work again on Tuesday.
Things have been slowed down some at work, but it's still keeping me busy and tired seemingly all the time. My job has gotten increasingly frustrating over the past few weeks. I can't remember if I mentioned it or not, but at our work Christmas party, my bonus check had a note on it that I'd be getting a very large raise. I was shocked by the amount, but figured it had to do with the fact that I'd finished the "training" portion of my job rather successfully. It was a big raise, but not so big as to be completely unreasonable. It was going to be about a month before the raises kicked in. I spent those weeks blissfully relaxed, knowing that, with the raise, I'd probably be able to get by financially with just a part-time schedule. I wasn't going to have to keep hunting for another new job to pay my bills. I was also very happy to know that my boss seemed to really be pleased with the job I was doing and knowing that was a good motivator when I didn't feel well or was faced with unpleasant co-workers or customers.
(You can probably tell where this story is going....)
Well, a couple weeks ago, the raises finally kicked in. I got my first post-raise paycheck on a Thursday and opened it to realized the check had been misprinted. I gave it back to my boss and he said he'd correct it and bring me a new one the next day. I hardly looked at the paystub. It hit me, on the way home though, that the amount seemed like much less than I would have expected it to be with the new raise. I had this awful sinking feeling and it hit me that the raise must have been a mistake. I got to work the next day and opened my new paycheck to see that I was correct and the amount of my raise on my Christmas check (it was just written on a post-it stuck to the check) was completely incorrect: Instead of a raise of several dollars, my raise was just $0.50. I confirmed my suspicions in a very awkward conversation with my boss. I spent the day in a fog as it settled in that I was once again, in the spot of having nowhere near enough money to cover my bills and I'd have to start the job hunt all over again. My boss was pretty nonchalant about the whole thing. I realize everyone makes mistakes and we're all human, but him laughing it off was kinda insensitive.
On top of that, my coworker has returned from maternity leave, so I'm back down to part-time. I'm happy to have her back though and I do really enjoy having days off to catch my breath a bit. It also provides plenty of time for job hunting, which hopefully, will yield something workable soon. (To add further insult to injury, we just switched to direct deposit for our paychecks at work and this morning I discovered that mine seems to have not gone through. Thankfully no bills are due anytime soon.)
All that having been said, I'm not panicking too much. I know there's little I can do besides what I already am doing (that is, job hunting). I generally believe that things will work out in the end. Nothing is permanent and eventually, I'll be back to having enough money/health insurance and what not.
In other updates, Josh is still loving his new car. He spent last weekend hooking up his amplifier and subwoofer. I was simultaneously laughing/rolling my eyes as the windows started shaking when he first fired it up. The car is working out great though and it's nice to not have to worry about whether his car will start up or get him to work safely every day. He's just working his one job right now (plants), but art classes started up this week and I know he'll be happy to be drawing and designing again. His classes are in the afternoons two days a week and I have to say I like that schedule better than last semester's evening classes 3 days a week.
Josh spoke with our landlady's son the other day and they have apparently taken the house off the market for the time being. They may relist in the summer or next year. It's nice to know we have awhile to not worry about potentially having to move again. We just started discussing garden plans this week. The verdict is that since I was such a failure of a gardener last summer, I'm only going to take on one bed this year (as opposed to 4). I'm only going to grow greens because that's really all I'm good at and all that we really used. So: spinach, chard, kale and endive and escarole for Bombshell. Probably basil too. I think I'd make a much better livestock farmer...I should try to talk them into chickens!
After many weeks avoiding it, I seem to have caught one of the many colds going around at work. My head is stuffy, my nose is runny and at last check, my temp was 99.6. My neck nodes are all puffy trying to kill the cold. I'm amazed they weren't totally zapped by my radiation, but happy they're helping me fight off the cold. I'm taking it easy for the weekend in hopes that I'll feel better before I go to work again on Tuesday.
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