Yes, folks, I have bronchitis. However, this is I think the first time I've had it since I outsourced my dog for her retirement. So it's been a long time. And it didn't feel quite the same way.
Monday started with me waking up at 5.30am going 'there is no way I can go to work.' And so I didn't. Things got moved, backups took over, etc. Tuesday I felt better and by the time the day was done, I was climbing the walls. I needed to go back to work.
And then at about 2.30 this morning I coughed the horrible cough of bronchitis. The grip of death was on my windpipe. I didn't exactly get much more sleep after that. So I called in this morning. Actually I don't call anywhere; I email. It's not like I can talk or anything.
The doctor's office opened at 7 and they had no room at the inn. They sent me to urgent care, who opened at 8, By 9, I was home, diagnosis and McDonald's breakfast in hand.
Meanwhile I had been running a low grade fever. But of course the batteries decided to die in the thermometer, so instead of going straight to Walgreens after the doctor, I went home, ate, fished out the dead batteries and then went to Walgreens. I was home by 10am.
I took one hit on the inhaler, breathed deeply and took a nap.
I then went on a conference call, did some reading and grabbed my kid from school because her bus broke down. She and I ran to the grocery store and now we are home.
Meanwhile I need to study for my hopefully very last insurance exam. And take my steroids.