So today I finally went to the doctor to investigate this Sickness of Death that I have had since Las Vegas. And by "I finally went" I mean my old and new bosses conspired together and called and made me an appt so I would actually go. It's not that I hate doctors, just that I feel my body should be strong enough to overcome the common cold.
Which, in reality, it probably is strong enough to overcome the common cold. What it is NOT strong enough to overcome is bronchitis, pneumonia, and a sinus infection all wrapped into what shall henceforth be known as The Plague. When the doctor realized I had The Plague she was slightly taken aback. Especially when I informed her that yes, I had been going to work since I had gotten ill, and yes, I still went out until 4am this weekend. Taken aback may be the wrong word - shocked and confused would probably be appropriate.
Needless to say, she gave me about FIFTEEN prescriptions (which I will not be getting all filled...do I really need prescription strength cough medicine???), A SHOT IN MY BUTT WHICH NOW HURTS LIKE HECK, and made me breathe out of a nebulizer for about 10 minutes. I am now shaking (from the steroid shot), coughing like crazy (nebulizer), and cannot go to sleep when I get home because I must go to the pharmacy for drugs (SEE DR. LAYMAN!? YOU'RE THE CAUSE FOR MY NO REST). However a large part of the cause for no rest is my job....seeing as how I was told to immediately go home from the drs office and go to bed (I, of course, rushed back to the office to continue working and still have not left at 6:15 [maybe I should stop blogging and go home??]) and was told to take off until Thursday (rest assured, I will be in the office all this week).
Anyway. Much more to update on our GLORIOUS weekend. It was truly something special. But I am going to take my own advice, finish working on this budget, and then peace outtttt.