High on Meds

I have a lung infection. This is the first day that I'm up but not running unfortunately. I feel drained still and the fever came back this morning. Which isn't a good thing and I'll have to tell the doctor tomorrow morning. It could mean that the antibiotics that the doctor gave me on Tuesday are not working for some bacteria and I might have to take more antibiotics or a different one. He also gave me Prednison, the only meds that I truly hate and refuse to take most of the time.

I couldn't refuse them this time because I had no energy nor enough oxygen in my lungs to protest since I have been awake all night [Monday/Tuesday] trying to get some air in, to avoid brain damage and prevent my blood pressure from getting too low *sarcastic*. My back has been painful ever since. The spasm that has been caused by the infection Monday/Tuesday night is still giving me a hard time.

I feel dizzy and tired and will probably crash again soon because of a lack of energy. The bad stuff is starting to come out but I will safe you the details and because of that I have to cough intensely every now and then. The back ache isn't that bad compared to the stomach ache [muscles] caused by the cough. It's a cheap work out basically... Just keep coughing and you will grow a 10-pack.

I tried to figure out what could have caused this. Tomorrow I'll have an appointment with the GP first and then I'll have to talk to a nurse to find out what happened and how to prevent it in the future. I already got an extra dose of the stuff-that-I-should-refuse and antibiotics in the fridge in case it might happen again. The doctor wanted me to have that. He was a bit mad at me for not calling the night shift on Monday/Tuesday night.

Thing is; I did that before and got some asshole doctor who refused to help me *twice*, his advice was to take an overdose of the regular stuff that I'm using [which is NO good at all]... It's actually the last thing you want to hear if you're in a situation like that; people who refuse to cooperate, let me rephrase that: doctors who refuse to cooperate. I trust them to help me and that's what I expect them to do when I finally decide to call. If I still can that is...

So I better suffer all night, knowing that I can see my own doctor in the morning [or in this case, my GP's medical partner who is a good doctor too], knowing she [in this case: he] is willing to listen to me and acknowledge the situation and take care of it. If I'd known that he would be on stand-by that night I would have called for sure!

A. had to make the phone call Tuesday morning anyway because I couldn't. He took the day off on Tuesday to look after me after we've been to the doctor. I slept most of the day. I was warm because of the fever and kept dozing off. Each time I woke up, there was something waiting for me next to the bed, grapes, juice, tea, some goats cheese, some tomatoes, just little snacks that I could eat. I wasn't hungry at all, I didn't eat much for three days already, I'm just not hungry.

Anyway I'm going to sort things out tomorrow with the nurse. From what I've heard it again involves allergy tests and adjustments to the apartment if necessary and all sorts of other info. We'll see... Right now I'm going to sleep for a while!