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Miserable, but not

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Yesterday, I woke up and went, “Oh no. I have a sinus infection.”

See, I’ve had enough of them through the years that I can tell you when I have one without going to the doctor for a diagnosis. I just know. My biggest tip off is that horrible smell I get from it, combined with the constant need to blow my nose.

Landing plugged one ear to the point of my wanting to sob from the pain. I mean, not even those ear plugs made for flying helped. It was like someone took an ice pick and jammed it in my ear.

Luckily, I’ve already been able to open it back up, but my nose is still a source of misery for me. The smell. The constant need to try to clear it out. The pressure.

I’m miserable.

But I’m not miserable. It’s not laid me up. Oh, its wearing on me, and I get tired pretty quick. And I am staying on Ibuprofen and Sudafed pretty steady. But otherwise, you’d never know I had anything wrong. It’s so strange!

My neti pot is my best friend right now. I’m using it multiple times a day in an attempt to fight this infection off without having to get antibiotics. I suspect I’ll end up finding a doctor somewhere to give me an antibiotic eventually, but I want to try to fight this on my own. At least TRY.

So far, it does seem to be helping. My medicine actually wore off two hours ago, and I’m still doing “okay.” A bit tired, but okay. Hopefully its a sign of things improving…

Hopefully.

sick

Being sick stinks

I thought about calling this, “How to be sick,” because on Friday I was lamenting that I don’t know HOW to be sick. Here it is Tuesday, and I still don’t know how to be sick. There is no how. There is only… am.

Every year for the last several years, I’ve battled my share of sinus infections. The random stomach virus would attack. Occasional migraine headaches. This last weekend, I think, seriously took the cake. I think perhaps the last time I can remember feeling that bad would have to have been Sophomore year of high school when I got the flu and ran 100+ fever.

This time, though, there was no fever. Only aches and pain. Best I can tell, it was a stomach flu, followed by a migraine, followed by a sinus infection. I was still as of yesterday, Monday, not at full speed. In fact I only just finally got an antibiotic, and I feel I am truly on the mend.

Being sick stinks!! I’ve missed out on so much! I don’t like being confined to a bed or couch out of pure lack of energy and/or strength. I don’t like having a hot shower zap all of my day’s energy. I don’t like not being able to eat.

I do like, though, that I lost 4 pounds and my jeans fit way better. That’s kind of nice.

But now I am at that weird point. I’m still weak, and yet resting makes me feel worse. I am at that point of having to push past it. When I want to lay down, don’t. When I want a dose of Advil, don’t. When I want to hide from the world, don’t. If I don’t ever just keep pushing, I’ll never regain my strength and be back to me again.

I miss me.

I don’t DO sick.

I don’t want to know how to be sick. I only want to be well. And that’s my goal. To be well. To be happy and healthy.

I can do it.

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Apologies extended to all my fellow Weekly Winner’s participants. I never am one to post my link and disappear. However, I did good to even post my link. I owe you all double comments on your posts for weeks to come.