whiny bored tired cranky
Jun. 25th, 2008 05:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
llcoolvadUPDATE: My lungs...still suck. Second day in a row out of work. Looking at third tomorrow. Yow!
The codeine is AWESOME. Kills my coughing dead — for exactly 2.5 hours. And then *poof* it is gone, gone as if it never existed. Which sucks because the suggested dosage is one teaspoon every EIGHT hours. I scoff at your suggested dosage! I've been taking it every four hours. Which still leaves 1.5 hours of hacking misery. I am now thinking of taking it every 2.5 hours. After all, I've got refills. And I'm sure the teeny amount of codeine that's actually in there isn't going to fry my brain or whatever for the 24 hours or so I plan to overdose on it. Right?
Because the sleep I've gotten in the last 72 hours? It's fitful obsessive non-restful sleep, and even with codeine it's only in 2.5 hour increments. I *try* to dream about something other than sorting, or solving a problem, but it's all busywork all the time. Around 3am I was trying to force myself to dream that I was back in Provincetown, lying on the deck, baking in the hot sun. Or even about being eaten by monsters. Anything at all interesting! My brain, rebellious asshole that it is, instantly transported me back to whatever pointless task it thought I needed to rehash. I can't even remember what it was, but damn. And then, just when the tedium and frustration was likely to kill me, I woke up coughing and unable to breathe. Stupid brain. Stupid lungs.
When I was at the doctor's yesterday he gave me some kind of steroid shot. He listened to me wheeze for about five seconds and said "I'm going to get you a shot RIGHT NOW. We'll get to the other stuff after.." which sort of seemed ominous. But I was too tired and sore and cranky to care. He did an oxygen test, too, but that turned out ok. So I have four different drugs running around my system — my normal albuterol inhaler, codeine, some damned shot, and antibiotics for another three days. I feel so special. I guess when I get bronchitis, I get a LOT of bronchitis! Have to see him again in two weeks, will find out details then.
On the brighter side, I feel the slightest bit better today. Maybe tomorrow will show vast improvement! I just wish I could stop being so bored. Is hard to get comfy with sore ribs. Can't breathe when I lie down, so reading is out. TV is irritating. I will watch baseball soon, but that's pretty much background noise. Bah! And the internet sucks, too. How many articles about a kitty with no face (warning, not safe for the squeamish, very Mogwai-looking), an itch so bad you scratch clear through your skull to your BRAIN, and how smart the octopus is, can one read in a day? Thank god for the Big Picture. That at least is awesome.
So how's YOUR day? Tell me something fun? Is there a world out there?
The codeine is AWESOME. Kills my coughing dead — for exactly 2.5 hours. And then *poof* it is gone, gone as if it never existed. Which sucks because the suggested dosage is one teaspoon every EIGHT hours. I scoff at your suggested dosage! I've been taking it every four hours. Which still leaves 1.5 hours of hacking misery. I am now thinking of taking it every 2.5 hours. After all, I've got refills. And I'm sure the teeny amount of codeine that's actually in there isn't going to fry my brain or whatever for the 24 hours or so I plan to overdose on it. Right?
Because the sleep I've gotten in the last 72 hours? It's fitful obsessive non-restful sleep, and even with codeine it's only in 2.5 hour increments. I *try* to dream about something other than sorting, or solving a problem, but it's all busywork all the time. Around 3am I was trying to force myself to dream that I was back in Provincetown, lying on the deck, baking in the hot sun. Or even about being eaten by monsters. Anything at all interesting! My brain, rebellious asshole that it is, instantly transported me back to whatever pointless task it thought I needed to rehash. I can't even remember what it was, but damn. And then, just when the tedium and frustration was likely to kill me, I woke up coughing and unable to breathe. Stupid brain. Stupid lungs.
When I was at the doctor's yesterday he gave me some kind of steroid shot. He listened to me wheeze for about five seconds and said "I'm going to get you a shot RIGHT NOW. We'll get to the other stuff after.." which sort of seemed ominous. But I was too tired and sore and cranky to care. He did an oxygen test, too, but that turned out ok. So I have four different drugs running around my system — my normal albuterol inhaler, codeine, some damned shot, and antibiotics for another three days. I feel so special. I guess when I get bronchitis, I get a LOT of bronchitis! Have to see him again in two weeks, will find out details then.
On the brighter side, I feel the slightest bit better today. Maybe tomorrow will show vast improvement! I just wish I could stop being so bored. Is hard to get comfy with sore ribs. Can't breathe when I lie down, so reading is out. TV is irritating. I will watch baseball soon, but that's pretty much background noise. Bah! And the internet sucks, too. How many articles about a kitty with no face (warning, not safe for the squeamish, very Mogwai-looking), an itch so bad you scratch clear through your skull to your BRAIN, and how smart the octopus is, can one read in a day? Thank god for the Big Picture. That at least is awesome.
So how's YOUR day? Tell me something fun? Is there a world out there?
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Date: 2008-06-26 02:24 am (UTC)I've been ignoring the whole 3.5" disk issue. Hmm. We have a lot of old disks, and it's going to be up to me to go thru 'em and get rid of 'em. Sigh.
Probably best if you don't click on the kitty with no face link. Altho she's a very sweet kitty and has a nice job as a therapy cat for people with disfigurements. And her people love her to death. But she's NOT pretty.