I've been sick. It started last Friday and just today I sorta feel better. Although not a lot better.
On Sunday morning, at 1:00 a.m., I awoke to the worst throat pain I've ever had. Oh, and I couldn't breathe at all. Mr. Zoom had let me sleep in our room and he was asleep in the spare room. I went in and woke him up.
We decided I should probably go to the er. Which we did. I got some breathing treatment that opened up my airway and a few x-rays. They told me I have tracheal bronchitis. They gave me liquid vicodin for the pain and a Z pack of antibiotics for the infection.
Now, I've had vicodin before. And I've been fine with it. However, it was not to be this time around.
I think we got home around 3 a.m. I had my drugs and was off to sleep in no time.
Abut 7:30 a.m., I awoke and couldn't breathe again. And I was burning up. Not just "oh, I'm uncomfortable" hot, but tearing off my clothes and swimming in sweat hot. I got up, actually stumbled up out of bed and headed for Mr. Zoom.
I kept shaking him awake. Understandably, he was a bit out of it. I could feel myself starting to faint. I could see stars, I was completely numb and dripping sweat the whole way over to him. I could only say "I'm sick, help me. I'm sick, help me." And then "I'm going to faint, I'm just going to lie down on the floor here."
And I did. It kept me conscious. Who knew that Lie Down Before You Hurt Yourself was not just a snappy reply, but actual advice?
About this time Mr. Zoom came completely awake. He's looking at his wife half nekkid, sweating, and mumbling - lying on the concrete floor. He jumped up and said "wait here."
But I didn't. I got up, and went back to our bed. Without even saying "What the hell is wrong with you?" he took my temperature. Asked if I wanted to go back to the hospital. (At this point, the temperature was back down to like 100, I think - which is where I'd been at before the first er trip.)
I said "no." And then almost immediately went right back to sleep.
Even for a Zoom, that's just plain weird.
I won't be taking Vicodin again anytime soon. I already have enough trouble with erratic behavior without freaking out the husband at 4 hour intervals in the middle of the night. And I did try the stuff again a night or two later (a half dose this time) and I woke up feeling like someone had hammered on my arms and legs all night.
So that's where I've been lately. I hope the rest of you are well.