I haven’t kept track… but I’m pretty sure I’ve been to the doctor a half-dozen times this year. As in 2009. Not the last 12 months. And I swear nearly all of those have been follow-ups. Is that possible? Over the course of my life I’ve been to the doctor more than your average Joe. At least I think so. Unless your average Joe is a smoker or an individual who participates in other high-risk activities. In that case, I’m below average (and okay with that). I don’t take many risks when it comes to my body.
Back on point.
I’m not sure any of these visits have been directly related to my fibromyalgia or osteoarthritis. I, frankly, can’t recall. I can, however, recall what the last two have been for. A nasty cold, bug, infection, bout with illness, kiss of cough, or whatever you like to call it. So, I guess, technically, I don’t know what it’s been for, I just know what the symptoms are. Sounds kinda like fibromyalgia, doesn’t it?
Last Wednesday I wrote a quick post as I was waiting at the doctor’s office. By the time I left the office I had a perscription to fill if my condition did not improve by Thursday. My sweet husband picked the meds up for me last Friday and I’ve been taking them since… with no noticeable improvement. Actually, I’ve continued to get more congested and have greater difficulty breathing for eight days now. The days are bearable. I sound like Michelle Rodriquez with a little helium. But, the nights are rough.
My work provides a wonderful service for employees to can call a Mayo Clinic nurse to discuss medical issues for free. Have you heard of this? I’ve used it a few times and am consistently impressed with their customer service and genuine concern for my issues. When I can’t decide to go the doctor or not I give them a call. I am sure they are more thorough than some doctors… they stick to checklists. And if you’ve read Blink by Malcolm Gladwell, you’ve heard just how effective such lists can be when it comes to medical matters.
After nearly 45 minutes of questions, answers, and advice, my kind nurse suggested I visit the doctor within four hours. I called my doctor’s office and, long story short, they were too busy. I sure wish they hadn’t been. Maybe if I’d had meds last night would not have included more breathing and, therefore, more sleeping. But, oh well. It totally could have been worse. Yesterday my husband’s grandfather had his kidney removed due to cancer and I’m here complaining about my annoying… non-virus, silly voice creating, sleep stealing mystery ailment. I don’t want to sound as though I’m complaining. I’m telling a story. And details do not equate to complaints (which is somewhat like the fact that reason is not synonymous with excuse).
I’ve been working from home since Monday to avoid getting my coworkers sick (and spare them my nasty sound effects), but I decided to head into work this afternoon on my way to another follow-up. I was mildly embarrassed by my silly voice, but I enjoyed the chance to get out and about. And the follow-up was productive (moreso than this cough of mine). I walked out with two prescriptions and the sarcastic promise of an exam room with my name on it by the next time I visit my doctor. So far, the jury is out on the expensive medications. I can, however, say that the cough suppressent/decongestent he gave me is stellar. And that is exciting.
Any advice for kicking a strong bug like this? I’ve tried gargling salt water. Sleep. Hot showers. A humidifier. And some other stuff I can’t remember because it’s late. I’ll take all the advice you’ve got to give.
Thank you for sticking with me through this lengthy and self-indulgent post. I am under-slept and over-coughed and I am grateful for your support. I appreciate your involvement and feedback and advice and concern. I pray this post finds you healthy and at peace, despite all that rages on in this restless and peace-starved world. When in doubt, get involved and share a smile.