Urgh!

So, as per my last post, I’m sicker than shit. About 1:00 AM Sunday morning, unable to sleep and having regular choking sessions, I had Grace take me over to the E.R. at our local hospital, which is about a 2 minute drive from our house. Once there, I had a 4.5 hour wait before I saw a doctor. She pokerd and prodded and prescribed a decongestant (Benzonatate) to clear out my lungs and an anti anxiety drug for my nerves (Lorazepam). Both seen to do their work, tho the Lorazepam does not get a Doc Approval For Recreational Effect. The best it did was make me a bit drowsy.

I was able to sleep, while sitting up in my chair, in 10-15 minutes dribs & drabs. Finally, about 7:00 PM. Dr. Grace packed my well drugged up ass off to bed. At first, the best I could manage was 15 minutes of sweaty sleep between coughing/sneezing fits. Amazingly, during one such session I apparently coughed up the Mucus King, since after that I was coughing less and ousting mere Mucus Barons and Dukes.

By 9:00PM. I fell into deep, dreamless fevered sleep. Said sleep would be broken every 2 hours or so by a stumbling trip to the john for a session of clearing space in my bladder for more water and juice. Finally, I slept from about 6:30 until 9:00.

Now I’m awake, medicated, being hydrated to within an inch of my Celtic White Boy life and spending more time sweating and ushering Mucus Serfs from my now overactive sinuses. Soon, Dr, Grace will send me back to bed for more needed sleep

My annual Subjectivity post may go up tomorrow, since I won’t be going to work. Unless I still feel like 5 pounds of shit in a 2 pound bag, in which case it’ll go up Wednesday.