I can't fix the collapsing world economy, but after passing another lousy night complete with waking up panting, sweat-soaked, ears ringing a tune to the rhythm of my fast-hammering heart, I am going to try to get to the clinic today. I think the deciding event was the breath I tried to draw that didn't work until I panicked, coughed and hacked my airway clear and beat my target pulse rate.
Doctor stuff frustrates and annoys me. I have very little dignity and they want to take away every scrap of it. But there's a time to admit defeat.
It is -- and you may read this as widely or as narrowly as you like -- it is never too late to realize you've been stubbornly sticking to a tactic or a plan that's not working, give up on it and try something else.
I never reached that point at the end of last year, but one more day of fever, a dry hack that made my ribs feel like they would break, and an alarming loss of energy was my impetus to go for the opinion of doctor the last night before my fever broke. I don't know what it was, but do know I don't ever want it again. It took me around two weeks to feel normal again.
ReplyDeleteI hope you start feeling better soon.
ReplyDeleteOdds Bodkins and a thousand gadzooks! Time to get the big gun antibiotics (assuming it's not viral) going and feel better soon. But there are good anti-virals and humidifiers to help too.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I'm getting over some bug I picked up from visiting a hospitalized relative. Shoulda worn a mask.
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