(Brad, I apologize for my horrible Latin there.)
Here's the dealio:
Monday I was feeling "eh...okay," but figured, hey, I've got a week's more of antibiotics to take before they put me under, and my follow-up for the Parotid thing is Tuesday. Cool.
Tuesday morning I awoke at 5-ish in the a.m., shivering my ass off. We're talking, no matter WHAT I did I just couldn't get warm. No offense to anyone, but I felt like an epileptic under a strobe light, buried under snow having a fit. THREE thickass comforters, AGAIN, PLUS the heating pad by my shoulders, PLUS the dog on my feet, and you STILL could have used my chattering teeth in some weird B-rated horror movie. All you'd need are the bats/birds/werewolves crashing through the window. The computer graphics these days would have made me coughing up a lung nothing less than spectacular, I'm sure. Yes, it was green, and yes, I know that's gross. Just...EWW.
Okay. A little TMI here, but trying to keep it positive, right?
So when the doc's office opened I called to see if I could get in earlier. 1:30. Cool, I get to sleep. I also figured out how to work the alarm clock on my cell phone. Bonus. Right.
I TRIED to sleep. Hacking up lung after lung (how many lungs can a Lady HAVE?), I gave it up and took a shower, thinking it would make me feel better. Well, I gotta admit, feeling clean always makes you feel better. But I was still cold. VERY cold. And the pelting water even hurt my HAIR. Fever city. Back up to 102.7. I should try to dial that in as a radio station down here sometime.
It was 77 degrees when I left the house to go see the doc. I was wearing a heavy-duty sweatshirt, heavy socks & shoes, and a pair of jeans. UnTHINKable this time of year down here, but I was still shivering. SHEESH.
So docs says the parotid thing seems to have passed, but I have an upper respiratory infection.
Needless to say, surgery is hereby postponed until further notice (dammit!). I got some major serious (kickitouttame) antibiotics going on now, and I gotta say, since I've taken the first dose, I feel like I can breathe, and the coughing has gotten a HELLOFA lot better. Well, and the cough suppressant helps, too. HA!
Seriously...whomever has that fucking voodoo doll out there...I IMPLORE you to take the fucking PINS OUT! And while you're at it, get the black cloud off me while you're at it.
Happy Hump Day, kiddos.