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Oh, is it just your sinuses?

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 19, 2014 by urbannight

Nose
I swear if I hear that one more time I may explode. I’ve discovered Midwesterners do not think you are sick if your sinuses are bothering you. You could have a sinus infection but that’s just your sinus, you are not really sick. You could have a raging head cold but if it is expressed in your sinuses than you are not sick. You now have bronchitis because you have been sick for 2 or 3 weeks but it was just your sinuses so you were not really sick.
I’m originally from the Pacific Northwest and I never was such a thing. There, it is all about the fever. You feel like you swallowed a cheese grater and have white puss pockets at the back of your throat? You don’t have a fever so you are not sick. You have the chicken pox; you don’t have a fever so you are not really sick. You have ever symptom of the flu but you don’t have a fever, then you are not sick and off to school you go.
So let us say that you have been totally stuffed up for two weeks. You can’t breathe; you spend half your day sneezing your head off. Every time you take something to clear your sinuses you end up sneezing and blowing your nose until you are as stuffed up as before and you have to start all over again. Your head feels like it wants to explode from the sinus pressure and you are using a neti pot several times a day to prevent a sinus infection from developing. You are so exhausted that you go to bed at 8:00 nearly every night for two weeks, 9:30 at the latest. You normally go to bed between 10:00 and 11:00. Then one night you lie down and start to wheeze and whistle every time you exhale and your chest starts to hurt. You can’t sleep because of the difficulty breathing and the scary noises your chest makes when you breathe. You start coughing up mucus, lots of mucus. You had bronchitis once in college and you are pretty sure you have it again.

You stay home and go to work the following day and you are treated like a leper. After all, it is just your sinuses, you aren’t really sick.
This has been my life the past couple of weeks.

The Crud

Posted in Health with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 14, 2012 by urbannight

There is this thing that goes around Omaha every year that even the doctors call – The Crud.  It is something like a cold.  And something like the flu.  Toss in something like a sinus infection and you get something that is a little like everything and yet none of those things.  It is viral and you pretty much have to ride it out.  Only it gets passed around more than a juicy piece of  gossip in the tabloids.  So it constantly changes.  If you live alone and clean house every day and stay away from stores and clean your desk space often, you ‘may’ be less likely to get it. 

This is how I’ve been spending most of my time since the end of November.  So I’m a bit behind and haven’t found the time to write about anything or blog about anything or do much of anything.  I have managed to read a lot.  And Sleep a lot.  Sleep has taken on a life of its own and deserves to have a capital S. 

As in Super Sleep.  The Sleep Wars. Sleep Strikes Back.  Return of Sleep.  Fatal Sleep.  Eyes Wide Sleeping.  The Sleep of the 50 Foot Woman.  The Sleep.  The Big Sleep.  Indian Jones and the Temple of Sleep.  Sleeping on Elm St.  Aliens versus Sleep.  American Sleep.  Well, that last one could be a whole heck of a lot of movies. 

I stayed home sick for the last two days and if my budget could have afforded it, I probably would have been there again today.  So I maybe catching up on stuff.  Or I may be sleeping some more.  Hard to tell as I sit here and sniffle.  But that could be the cayenne I put in my couscous and tin of chicken breast.

It is getting into my Bones.

Posted in Health with tags , , , , , , on November 28, 2012 by urbannight

I woke with a sore back and terrible, aching hips.  I’m too young to feel this old.  I didn’t like it.  I didn’t like the dark.  Well, I love the dark unless I’m being forced to get up in the morning. 

Okay, there is a point to this.  I was going to make it nice and interesting so you really got the picture of this morning.  But I’m skipping past all the writing parts to the end result.

I think I’m coming down with a nasty headcold and I feel like dog shit, something the cat dragged in, a zombie, death warmed over (which may be a zombie, I’m not sure) and like I was hit by a steam roller.  Whichever phrase is most often used in your neck of the woods.  I gave up halfway through yesterday’s blog entry as well.  I don’t predict to be up to any writing tomorrow either.  In fact, if I had some sick time or vacation time left, I wouldn’t be here today or tomorrow.  But I’m clean out and they won’t let us make up time anymore.

A question for the universe . . .

Posted in Health, Life with tags , , , , , , on November 18, 2012 by urbannight

Is it really just a nap if you sleep for 5 hours?  Even if it is in the middle of the afternoon?

Sleepy Time! Even the cat agrees.

Graphic advice that falls under the heading of TMI

Posted in Food, Health with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 16, 2012 by urbannight

When you have an upset stomach, do not eat pomegranate seeds.  Projectile vomiting the sharp, non-digestible kernels though your nose hurts.

The are the sharp inside bits.

This is the tasty delicious bit around the sharp pointy bits.

When Life Derails You.

Posted in Art, Books, Entertainment, Food, Gaming, Life, Movies and Theatre, Tea, Work, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 19, 2012 by urbannight

I was under the weather at the start of the week and then I have been working long days in order to make up some of the time rather than burning sick time or vacation time.  As a result, my list of blog topics is growing but I’m not finding time to actually work on them.  

I’ll try to get back to writing something this weekend.  I want to review a movie I saw, write about books I’m looking for but have forgotten the titles, the tea I ordered, not so lovely doctor’s visits, and a photo shoot of beloved clothing I can’t part with and the clothing I would like to purchase if I ever lose some weight.  

So if you like movies, books, YA sci-fi, tea, and gothish and gothic clothing and corsetry, Heavy Red in particular and some random cooking and crafting stuff, stay tuned for future installments.

The Vanishing Voice

Posted in Entertainment, Life, Uncategorized, Work, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 1, 2012 by urbannight

I intended to write more last year.  I made the same promise to myself this year.  I am not getting off to a good start.  On the other hand, I’ve been knitting a LOT more this year and I started playing a pen and paper roll-playing game and I started playing Star Wars The Old Republic.  I have more hobbies and interests than time for them all.  Too bad I couldn’t clone myself. 

But that is not the voice that is vanishing.  It is my literal voice.  The sound that emerges from my throat when I make shapes with my mouth and pass air over my vocal cords.  I blame it all on Yankee Candles.

I love candles.  I don’t have a problem with them.  So long as there are not too many concentrated in one location.  I can’t handle candle stores.  I didn’t even go into the candle store.  All I did was walk past it while looking for a gadget store that is no longer in the mall.  On one hand, it was a complete waste of time.  On the other hand, it killed my cords.

The intense mix of scents that permeated the passageway in front of the store triggered a coughing fit.  One that continued all evening and all night long.  I would feel perfectly fine until I started coughing.  Then it cased a weird, sharp pain in my throat.  Not a normal sore throat. 

When I got up this morning, I sounded raspy and weird.  As the morning has gone on, and I work at a job that requires me to take calls and talk to coworkers, my voice is getting odder and odder.  I feel perfectly fine until I try to talk. 

The only thing I can compare it to is the time I got laryngitis about 21 years ago.  I should probably stop talking to my coworkers and save my voice for the phone.  But it is a tediously dull day.  I thought it might be busy.  Another unit has all of it’s compilers out, so we are covering for them. 

I was hoping for a nice busy day.  Busy days fly by.  If I’m tired after a busy day I sleep well.  If I am tired as a result of boredome from a slow day, I end up wide awake in the late evening and unable to sleep at night.  The sad thing is that I never used to get bored.  We had a reorganization and restructuring of departments and job duties and now I have started suffering that stange contion. 

It isn’t that there is nothing to do.  It isn’t that kind of boredom.  It’s a mental condition.  If I have nothing to do with my hands, I can find things to do.  But unlike the past, finding things to do no longer properly engages my mind and I start to drift off into a general state of mental ‘blah’ that I define as boredom.

The end result is that I can’t chatter at people (not that I’m all that big on chattering) and I have less to do than planned so it is harder to distract myself from my painful, vanishing voice and make the day end sooner.