How was your weekend?
Ours here was good.
Getting to the weekend was really interesting.
I took Michael to the doctor on Thursday for a school physical and decided to make an appointment for myself because I still have this COUGH.
During my exam I was surprised to find out I was even running a fever.
"No problem," my doctor says, "I'm going to give you a stronger antibiotic
and hopefully this cough will be gone forever."
"Okay" says the non-suspecting patient...ME.
I take the medication around 9:00 Thursday evening and
go to bed only to wake up around 2:00 feeling really sick.
I try to get up and go to the bathroom and I'm so scared.
I really feel like I'm going to pass out.
My heart is racing so bad and I'm so dizzy.
I get back to bed and lay there trying to breathe and calm myself down.
I get up at 5:30, thinking, maybe I need to eat something.
Maybe my sugar level is way off.
I didn't eat much of anything the day before.
So I have a glass of orange juice and a banana and get the kids
up and on the bus.
I crawl back in bed, call my mother and tell her what's going on.
She prays with me and I sleep for the next two hours.
I get up around 9:00 and I'm still dizzy, but I need to take another dose of my medication.
My heart is still racing.
At 11:00 I realize something is wrong and I call the doctor.
"I'm sick" I try to tell the nurse.
I can barely speak my heart is racing so bad.
She takes my message and I crawl back in bed thinking I'm dying.
The Colonel will be able to come home early from Afghanistan...only to attend my funeral.
I can be very dramatic at times.
The doctor calls back and tells me to stop the current medication I'm on.
It seems I might be allergic to a little tiny ingredient in this medication...CODEINE.
I spend the rest of the day slowly recovering from this medication.
My heart rate slowly returns to normal.
I manage to make dinner for everyone, fold a few loads of laundry
and crawl back in bed and sleep through the night.
I woke up Saturday realizing that the Colonel WON'T be coming
home from Afghanistan early to attend my funeral.
I told you I can be a little dramatic sometimes.
Oh and my cough is better.
I guess the codeine was good for something after all.