I hate being sick. Not that I think that anyone usually enjoys being sick. And I’d even say that I have various degrees of dislike for various kinds of sickness. This kind at the moment. Somewhere at the bottom of my list. My self-diagnosis of “severe acute bronchitis” was confirmed by my GP (who I love, by the way, because she is really nice and considerate and takes her time to talk and more importantly to listen). She actually said it was a good thing that I came to see her right away and not try to cure it with household remedies or wait till it just goes away on it’s own like a ordinary cold would. Because it’s not just a cold, but a severe bronchitis.
I’m glad that I at least don’t have to cough so hard that it hurts my rips. The coughing itself sounds nasty enough, because the nasty stuff obviously is stuck deep down in my bronchi. Add a sore throat and the repeatedly clearing of said throat to the coughing (and yes, also add the screaming and cheering during the games I watched live at the World Championship last week *g*) and you’ll probably understand where my voice disappeared to :-) But I really think that the screaming wasn’t the cause of it all. It just didn’t really help to preven the bronchitis to get this bad though. My sinuses obviously aren’t equally inflammed at least, even though I feel this dull pressure all over my forehead and my cheeks. It’s not painful, but it sometimes feels like there is something trying to push my eyeballs out of their sockets. I’m using nasal lavage with a saline solution to relieve some of that pressure in my sinuses, but I’m not quite sure if that really works. It does help for a few minutes after I’ve done it, but after a few more minutes the dull pain is back at full force.
My GP signed me off sick for this week, which makes me feel slightly bad, because it’s the fourth week in 2011 that I’m off work because of various health issues and it’s only just early May. It’s not that there is an insane amount of work at the office that now won’t get done on time, because I’m missing, so I shouldn’t feel guilty. Especially not as I am in no condition to work right now. When I speak I sound like Joe Cocker and after more than 10 words my voice more or less turns into a ugly croaking. Plus the dull pressure in my head makes it almost impossible to concentrate on anything that requires serious thinking. But I still feel kind of guilty for being sick once again, which is stupid of me to think, because I didn’t choose to get sick. But I can’t help it… *sigh*