I HATE going to the doctor. It's a lot of trouble to get people to watch the kids, I abhor needles, I don't like germ-infested waiting rooms, I have an issue with that old school scale that that they make you stand on in plain sight of everyone...oh, I could go on and on.
But there comes a point when breathing trumps my dislike of the doctor, so I cave and go.
Actually, that's not the whole truth. I'd still be putting it off if hubby didn't make the appointment, let me sleep in (lawsie, that was nice - especially when every breath was a struggle last night), and wake me up in time to get to the appointment in time, and insist that I go.
I even blew my nose today. 3 times. Y'all. That's sayin' a lot.
So I went to the doctor.
And I have the crud. Officially, I have bronchitis and a sinus infection. But let's face it. I have the crud.
So now I have antibiotics and prescription cough medicine (which I'm excited about, because I think it'll make me sleep like I'm in a coma). And my mom came up to watch the kids while hubby works, so I think I'm gonna get to sleep in again tomorrow. 2 days in a row. I may throw a party in celebration of that.
When I was at the doc today (listening to Trav's Ring The Bells on my iPhone, yes I was), the doc told me that the last time I was in his office was almost a year ago to the date, and I was there for the same crud then, too. So I've about decided that this crud has something to do with Fall allergies, but I don't want to go get tested, because, as I've mentioned before, I abhor needles. So I took my prescriptions, shook the doc's hand, and told him that I'd see him in a year.
But as for now, my main priority is to breathe. And not cough because it hurts.
So now I'll go take my cough medicine. See y'all at noon tomorrow.