I was feeling somewhat better on Saturday and I still rested on Sunday as to not overdo it and invite a relapse....but by yesterday afternoon, my throat felt like a blow torch had taken up residence.
By bedtime, my temp was back to 101F.
Bloody hell - I am so sick of being sick.
I went back to the Dr this morning and my strep test was positive. They can't tell me if I have become REinfected or if I never really got well. They shot me up with antibiotics and wrote me yet another script for something more powerful. Did I mention how much I hate taking medicine? Did I mention that I hate getting this kind of shot because it makes my hip hurt horribly? And I hate showing my ass to someone other than my husband? I don't care for Doctors in general and deplore taking pills every 4 hours, especially when I'm not seeing the results that I want.
I'm on my 3rd week of being out of work, of feeling like dog shit served on a whole wheat cracker, of being stuck in this house, of being too weak to even go anywhere or do anything, and I'm feeling nothing but horrible self pity for myself. Someone please just shoot me - oh, wait, I already got that this morning. Someone just hang me then. Today, between naps and continuing to take it easy, I just cried. Physically I"m down. Emotionally, I feel like I've been put out to pasture. My attitude is horrible and I'm depressed.
What is it here that I am supposed to be learning? Someone point it out to me so I can confirm that "I get it" and move on.
Consider this your engraved invitation to my pity party. Lord, I hope this is over soon.