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Sep. 10th, 2013 08:01 amSo, yup, bronchitis.
I started coughing before bed on Sunday night, and usually these things are quite fast-onset with me, so I hatched a CUNNING PLAN: I went in to work on Monday despite feeling like if I breathed too deeply I would hack up a lung. I was at work just long enough to tie up any loose ends (and arrange a pizza party, bringing the number of events I've set up catering for this month to five) and cough all over my boss, convincing her that yes I was dying, before I lit out for the clinic -- which is three blocks from work, so I'd have had to pass work ANYWAY to get there.
The clinic took nearly an hour and a half, between waiting and getting seen and diagnosed. They had me do a breath capacity test, which I've never done before, where you blow into a little cone, which would be great except for how I COULDN'T BREATHE. They did the test before and after putting me on a nebulizer for ten minutes, and I actually performed worse the second time around, at which point the doctor said "Okay, you get all the drugs, go home."
So now I have a cough suppressant pill and an inhaler to use twice a day each, antibiotics once a day, and sweet, sweet codeine-laced cough syrup for before bed. I plan to lie in bed all day and groan softly in pain.
I started coughing before bed on Sunday night, and usually these things are quite fast-onset with me, so I hatched a CUNNING PLAN: I went in to work on Monday despite feeling like if I breathed too deeply I would hack up a lung. I was at work just long enough to tie up any loose ends (and arrange a pizza party, bringing the number of events I've set up catering for this month to five) and cough all over my boss, convincing her that yes I was dying, before I lit out for the clinic -- which is three blocks from work, so I'd have had to pass work ANYWAY to get there.
The clinic took nearly an hour and a half, between waiting and getting seen and diagnosed. They had me do a breath capacity test, which I've never done before, where you blow into a little cone, which would be great except for how I COULDN'T BREATHE. They did the test before and after putting me on a nebulizer for ten minutes, and I actually performed worse the second time around, at which point the doctor said "Okay, you get all the drugs, go home."
So now I have a cough suppressant pill and an inhaler to use twice a day each, antibiotics once a day, and sweet, sweet codeine-laced cough syrup for before bed. I plan to lie in bed all day and groan softly in pain.
