update

Remember two days ago when I optimistically blogged that I was feeling better? Apparently I was deceived. Mistaken. Misguided. Fooled.
I feel horrible. Still. I am convinced that I have pneumonia. I'm being overly dramatic. I don't know what i have. If my doctor had been so kind to communicate with me on Friday... I would have a better idea... I'm coughing, I'm exhausted, I'm running random fevers... I'd go into more detail but I'm going to spare you the gory details. I'm just done. The symptoms are essentially the same as the 8 weeks of bronchitis except the cough is more "productive" and the exhaustion is more pronounced and the fevers are debilitating.

If you're keeping score... 8 weeks of bronchitis... one week of feeling well... and now one solid week of ________ (fill in the blank - whatever this is).

Wow! I just saw on the news that there's a crack on the Bay Bridge! I've been there! Yikes!

Ok... back to my whining and complaining... Saturday I was too shakey to drive. Yesterday I was shakey and felt horrible... mid afternoon my fever was high enough that I got nauseous and had that whole dizzy-drunk feeling - you know, where you lay as still as possible and get as cool as possible to keep from throwing up. I was like that for about two hours... at that point I turned off my phones and turned off the tv and went to sleep.

Here's the clue that I'm really sick - I NEVER turn off the tv! If I'm home, the tv is on. I have to have that background noise.

Once the fever passed, I just felt incredibly exhausted... this morning I got up and took a shower and was worn out just from doing that...

And since the grocery fairy doesn't visit my house and my son isn't old enough to drive... I made a quick grocery run... and that wore me out so I took a nap.

Tomorrow I HAVE to... HAVE to go back to work. I'm sick to my stomach about the loss of income from the week of work I lost last week. I have to get as many hours in this week as possible... but honestly... if i'm worn out by taking a shower... I don't know how long I'll make it. I'm still mad that the doctor didn't call back on Friday...

So tomorrow on top of working... I have to find time to talk to Austin's school about his makeup work from last week... I still need to file contempt of court/abandonment on the kids' dad since he hasn't paid child support - anything at all - in two months - and I've got to get back in touch with my doctor's office to ring someone's bell about the poor response I got on Friday AND find a doctor who can treat whatever this is - whether it's a relapse of the bronchitis or whatever. Probably my pulmonologist can help. Maybe.

It's hard to believe that I haven't worked in the past ten days... other than a half day on Wednesday and a half hour on Thursday. Crazy.

I'm sure my friends think I've dropped off the face of the earth because I haven't responded to emails hardly... or texts... and I haven't wanted to talk on the phone (ok, I never want to do that) and I've barely blogged... the bottom line is that I'm just exhausted.

I think I'll institute another EBT tonight... love and hugs, y'all.