When your sick it usually helps to relax, get some rest, take some meds, etc. When living in the cave none of this is really possible.
I went to the doctor for my yearly prodding last Monday. The vi had made a huge spectacle of my throat looking swollen the night before so I asked the Doc to check it. My thyroid was a little swollen, but no real concern.
Wrong.
For the next 2 days I felt like I had joined the circus and decided to swallow glass for a living.
So much pain from such a small space. Tuesday was bad, Wednesday was worse.
I woke up at 8am, actually I was forced awake by the pain, had to run hysterically crying to my Nana's downstairs and have her go to the store and get me meds.
I slept all day, both days. Whenever the urge hit me, I slept. I couldn't at night so I had to when I could.
Finally the pain stopped, but the voice left. I told both parents that I did not want to talk since it hurt and I wanted to rest my voice so it would come back.
Yea, this plan didn't work for them. All though they had agreed it was a good one.
Every comment and question that came out of their months had to be answered verbally. Long explanations were needed since their not exactly bright.
What is it with people...when you tell them you can't or don't want to do something...they try as hard as they can to make you do it.
Coughing fits started at night and in the mornings. The monster has ridden my ass for days. Apparently she has a PhD. Who knew.
On Saturday the monster went out for the weekly shopping spree with my Nana. She returned home with the smallest bottle of Robitussin I have ever seen. Seriously, this is tiny. Looked like one dose.
She told me to take some to stop my cough since I don't listen to her and I don't take care of myself.
I took the dose to shut her up and told her I have to take another one in 4 hours. Her response...
"No I don't want that leaving the house. It's for all of us and I don't want you taking it to work."
OK, so let me get this straight. You get the cough meds for me, since I'm the only one sick. You have been complaining that I don't take anything. I have to retake it in 4 hours, yet you don't want me to take it to work so I can take it??
Anyone else as confused as I am?
So my weekend was filled with sighs, complaints, side glances, and comments every time I coughed. I am now a closet cough-er.
I refuse to cough around her. I can't take it. It's a battle of wills.
Finally today I woke up and my throat was swollen again and the coughing hasn't stopped (Robitussin works my ass)
I called the Dr. again and got in within the hour.
I am now on prescription cough pills and penicillin.
Once I told the monster she was beyond thrilled.
"I can't believe it! You actually went to the doctor. I told you! I'm so proud of you."
"See mom, I can take care of myself."
Snarky giggle...."Oh I don't know about that. Oh well I can't say much cus you actually went out to the doctor. Now did you take your medicine?"
"Yes, I told you about 3 times in the last 15 minutes." this was followed by eye roll.
"Are you sure? You better take them. What time did you take them?"
"I took it at 3pm. I can't take another until tomorrow. The penicillin is once a day."
"Oh my god! That means you have to get up at 3am to take another one! My god Melissa why did you take it so late?" The monster has started to shake and breathe heavily in exasperation.
"Really mom? A day is 24 hours not 12. I'll take another when I wake up tomorrow."
"Oh god. I don't know. That doesn't sound right. Oh Jesus now I'm gonna be paranoid."
"Yea, OK. I'm going upstairs."
Peace for now...they are downstairs commenting to each other about the news. I don't know why they even bother. Neither one of them really understand present day and the vi is deaf. What's the point?
I don't get it. I don't think I ever will and I'm really happy about that.
Side note about the vi:
He is confused as to why I want HBO and Showtime on my TV. He asked me what I watch cus every time he turns HBO on it's some naked lady.
Yea, he's not really watching normal HBO. It's Late Night HBO On Demand. Which I believe he has accidentally paid for without realizing it numerous times. His excuse....I thought Late Night meant Johnny Carson.
Um, not for years vi. Late Night to normal people means porn.
I tried to explain to him over and over again, but of course he's deaf. I repeated myself in front of the monster. Oh the face was priceless on her.
He finally got it at dinner when she was yelling at him (so he could hear her) that HBO is on normal TV, he doesn't need to use On Demand.
I can't wait to move the hell out.
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