Radiated? (and other adventures)
I’m finally FULLY medicated. No, not because I’m certifiable (grin) but because I’ve absolutely had enough of this cough.
Every time I talk the cough gets worse — Which is kinda hard to avoid, given the nature of my work.
Being this sick while Barry is only out for two weeks has sucked. I’m not my lively, happy self, and I feel like I’m letting him down because all I feel like doing (despite going out as much as I can) is flopping on the couch after a day at the office. Not so much fun for someone who’s on his vacation — He’s being an incredibly good sport about it all.
But yesterday, after a particularly bad, cough-ridden conference call I was leading, I immediately headed back to the doctor, AGAIN, and demanded antibiotics and something to stop the inflammation I can feel in my bronchial passages. This time, and with a different walk-in doctor, he had no trouble giving me what I needed to get better (only took 5 weeks… sheesh) and the doc requested that I get a chest x-ray as well. I’m still on the fence about that, though.
Do you always comply with a request for a chest x-ray? Am I being silly? I get so many darned x-rays (teeth, face, chest, ribs) due to the various surgeries over the years… It seems like a waste of radiation to me.
Oh… And, on the way back to the office yesterday? The Chicklette ran out of gas. Yep, the gas gauge is getting worse — I thought I had over a quarter of a tank left. Then, because I couldn’t park it properly (despite Shawn coming out to push me into a parallel spot the best he could) I had to put my flashers on, and that drained my battery. Luckily I have a great guy who came out, got me gas, and jumped my poor car.
Good times.
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Get the x-ray! It’s meant to check if you have fluid buildup in your lungs, aka pneumonia, which can be really serious. It’s not a “waste of radiation.”
good point, anon!