I think I’ve made it clear that I’m sick right now. Not the Lyme thing (because OBVS), but with this sinus-infection-turned-bronchitis.
I called the newer NP that my doctor’s office has put me with on Friday (she’s the one who was so helpful on Wednesday – you know, with all of the unnecessary tests? and she didn’t even look up my nose to check for drainage?), and told her I thought I had a sinus infection.
Her exact words, “What makes you think it’s a sinus infection?”
I listed off the symptoms: the color of my tissues after I blew my nose, my ears being full of fluid, the low-grade fever…I mean, there’s not much to a sinus infection. It’s an infection in your sinuses. This isn’t rocket science.
She said it was probably just viral and would clear up on its own, but if it was still bad, today, to call.
Well, I didn’t get a chance to call, because of several reasons, but I realized that even had I had time to call, I don’t really want to talk to her, again, because she’s done nothing but treat me like a drug-seeking hypochondriac. Granted, when I went in on Wednesday, there was nothing visual aside from my throat being ridiculously irritated to back up a serious illness, but she didn’t even look up my nose. That’s the FIRST place doctors normally look when you say “sore throat,” because one of the major causes is drainage.
So I mentioned that that night, I developed all of the symptoms quickly, I waited it out Thursday, called Friday, got snark, suffered through the weekend, thought I was getting better, yesterday, and today I’m as bad as I was Saturday night.
I cough, I have to blow my nose. I blow my nose, it’s orange with red streaks because of all the tissue damage. Saline wash only burns, doesn’t do anything for my nose at all, and I’ve been taking Mucinex D on a regular schedule, along with a separate cough syrup.
I don’t want to call my doctor because they’re going to stick me with that woman, again, and I’m not in the mood to be treated like a moron, especially because I’ve been having those awful cramps non-stop for 3 weeks, and now my regular cramps have joined in the fun, because I’m supposed to be on my period this week, according to my pill pack. Why is that significant in relation to her? As I mentioned, she feels it’s her duty to wean me off of my painkillers RIGHT NOW. As in, before surgery, before the problem is fixed, with NO alternate therapies in place. SWELL.
I can’t stop coughing long enough to get more than maybe 15 minutes of sleep at a time, I’m exhausted, and stuff hurts because of this coughing. It’s making my cramps worse, and my ribcage is starting to hurt. Not to mention my throat and head from the vibrating at the back of my throat with every hack.
I know I’m not the first with this illness, I won’t be the last, and this won’t even be the last time I have it.
My biggest issue here is that going to get it looked at by someone who thinks I’m a Munchhausen with a painkiller addiction is not something I want to do, at all.
Add that on top of the extra exhaustion that being sick gives me from the Lyme, and you have one very unhappy Squeaky, indeed.
I’m pretty much done, now. I’ll let you guys know what happens…if I can get a hold of anyone tomorrow…if they’ll give a shit…if they’ll help me with the cough (just the cough – don’t care about anything else, right now), etc.
I know I sound like Debbie Downer, and folks are thinking, “Oh, come on, it’s not THAT BAD.” And you’re right – in the big scheme of things, this is SMALL POTATOES. I know this. I’m well aware of this. But in the thick of something like this, it’s hard to see past your own (bloody) nose.