Went to the doctor yesterday because the aforementioned cough has been making my life hellish. It's not too bad during the day, but conditions deteriorate as the day goes on, until by evening I'm attempting to cough up my small intestine. Waking up to do that every hour and a half all night has meant that I haven't had a decent night's sleep in weeks. So I broke down and went to the doctor. No "diagnosis" per se, but I now have:
* a prescription for Augmentin to wipe out the likely sinus infection;
* a prescription for Nasonex to help with same;
* a prescription for cough syrup with codeine to help me sleep and function;
* instructions to take a two week course of Prilosec or Prevecid or something of that ilk.
He seems to think that part of what is egging the cough on is reflux, because NSAIDs and antibiotics can cause that. Now, I haven't noticed any heartburn, but at this point I'll try whatever they tell me if it can calm this cough down. Of course codeine hits me like a truck, so I'm going to have to time things carefully, and I really don't think I can take it during the day. I need to time tonight's dose better, so that it's kicking in *after* I'm done painting, but before I go to bed. I'm actively afraid to lie down at the moment, because the coughing spasms are so violent when I do.
The pharmacy was amusing last night. I understand that they have their procedures that they *must* follow. I get that. But sometimes they're ludicrous. I walk in with my prescriptions. I stand there at the counter and write my address on them, in front of the pharmacy staff. I tell them that I'll wait, and walk the ten feet to the comfy chair in front of the pharmacy counter. They fill up my bag, tell me that they're ready, and then ask me to confirm my address... I can't help but giggle.
The conversation during checkout was also amusing, but in a different way. I was still in good shape, so I'm standing there not dripping, not coughing, not sniffling, not whining - not looking particularly sick. The pharmacist hands me my bag full of drugs and says:
"I hope you feel better soon."
Me (surprised): "Thank you. I guess I probably should have..."
Him: "Gone to the doctor sooner?"
Me: "Yeah. I guess I just kept thinking..."
Him: "That is was just going to go away?"
Me: "Pretty much. That didn't work out so well."
It's kind of nice to know that neither the situation nor my reaction to it are uncommon. I think.
I just want to be done. I've been sick since early December, and I'm not enjoying it. It has led me to a policy decision. Until either Charlotte hits the point in the daycare health progression where she stops getting *everything* and bringing it home to me, or we figure out why I'm getting so sick for so *long* every winter, I'm not taking scroll assignments during the winter. I take them while I'm healthy, get sick, fall over, and end up cramming them into four or five day's worth of late nights because I can't wait any more and I'm still not healthy yet. It's not good for my art, it's not good for my health, and it seriously impacts my enjoyment of the process. Not what I wanted when I'm trying to get active again, but enough is enough.
Is it time to go home yet? As a friend of mine put it once, it's a three-dwarf day. Sleepy, Dopey, and Grumpy.