It's ALWAYS Something....
Wednesday, April 16th, 2008 04:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouOkay, so...
The GOOD news is... the doctor doesn't think I have a broken rib.
*pauses for effect*
The BAD news is... evidently, thanks to our city road crews, I've been coughing so hard that I might as WELL have broken one. So I am on six days worth of steroids, muscle relaxants, and bed rest.
You see, the city is resurfacing the streets in our neighborhood. Actually, it's more like all the streets in our section of town, because they're also doing it over by the Impossible Son's school. This entails not only scraping the street down and lots of digging, but at least six passes, every hour, by a street sweeper. Which means a LOT of dust and particulates in the air. Nope, no fun at all!
So, I've been coughing my lungs up, literally. My asthma doesn't manifest itself as wheezing, no, my schtick is COUGHING, and apparently, I've been coughing hard enough to do some damage inside me. Yay.
This morning, I woke up feeling not quite myself. I get very tired when the Asthma Monster acts up, so I figured, okay, I'll be using the damned inhaler today. Then, when I tried to get up to start my usual morning routine...well... let's just say I was in a LOT of pain. Poor THO! He hates going in late, but driving was out of the question for me, so... he had to make lunches and get the kids off to school. I am now on six days of steroids to get my asthma to back the hell off, and no, Auntie is NOT happy about this. And a muscle relaxant for my damaged muscles. Yay.
Did I say I liked roller coasters? I would like to get off this one very much, please. This is getting really old, really fast.
The GOOD news is... the doctor doesn't think I have a broken rib.
*pauses for effect*
The BAD news is... evidently, thanks to our city road crews, I've been coughing so hard that I might as WELL have broken one. So I am on six days worth of steroids, muscle relaxants, and bed rest.
You see, the city is resurfacing the streets in our neighborhood. Actually, it's more like all the streets in our section of town, because they're also doing it over by the Impossible Son's school. This entails not only scraping the street down and lots of digging, but at least six passes, every hour, by a street sweeper. Which means a LOT of dust and particulates in the air. Nope, no fun at all!
So, I've been coughing my lungs up, literally. My asthma doesn't manifest itself as wheezing, no, my schtick is COUGHING, and apparently, I've been coughing hard enough to do some damage inside me. Yay.
This morning, I woke up feeling not quite myself. I get very tired when the Asthma Monster acts up, so I figured, okay, I'll be using the damned inhaler today. Then, when I tried to get up to start my usual morning routine...well... let's just say I was in a LOT of pain. Poor THO! He hates going in late, but driving was out of the question for me, so... he had to make lunches and get the kids off to school. I am now on six days of steroids to get my asthma to back the hell off, and no, Auntie is NOT happy about this. And a muscle relaxant for my damaged muscles. Yay.
Did I say I liked roller coasters? I would like to get off this one very much, please. This is getting really old, really fast.
