Ouchie

I have been dying people. Stuffed up nose, runny nose, felt like my head was going to explode, sore throat. It has been lots and lots of fun around here. Yesterday it was so bad my two bosses sent me home. After I got a critical online filing completed, but still, sent me home. And pretty much said not to come back today.

Which was good, because between last night and the night before, I think I've had about an hour of sleep. I can't breathe. I can't swallow, because it won't go down my sore throat and in that time I suffocate. I had a MOUNTAIN of tissues on my floor this morning and my poor nose is very, very red.

I gave in and called my doctor this morning. Obviously I have a sinus infection and it's not going to go away on its own. My doctor, however, is out. And the triage nurse who called me back has apparently spoken with many dying people by 8:30 this morning, because his sympathy and patience were non-existant. He quite heartlessly told me that they don't see people for sinus infections for at least two weeks, to be certain it's really a sinus infection. When I squaked that I would not make it for two more of this, he recommended Claratin D and nose spray.

Fine, I thought. I went straight to the store and bought those, fully prepared to be wasting my money.

Luckily, it seems he may have been right. I feel better. Not great, everything still hurts and is stuffy and runny, but better. I'm not dying. If I were a better person, I could have even made my way into work. But I'm not.