Mar 30 2009
Being Bipolar: Sick as a dog
Ugh. I am sick as a dog. I haven’t been this sick in years. My mom wanted me to go shopping with her today but I really don’t feel like doing anything. Friday night, I went to bed early almost in tears over an earache. (And I have a high tolerance to pain.) About 3 AM, I was woken up by a loud popping in my ear. Before that, the pressure was so bad that the pain radiated down my neck and into my jaw. Once it popped, the pain began to ease. I knew right then that it was caused by severe congestion. Since then I have been taking decongestants every four hours. I still can’t hear out of that ear and it pops every now and then.
I woke up this morning and my throat is all scratchy because of the drainage. On top of that, I am short of breath. I have reduced lung function and all of this doesn’t help. I am tempted to go back to bed but I have so much that I need to do today and my laptop overheats really quickly when sitting atop the feather mattress on my bed.
Oddly enough, as much decongestants as I am taking I still do not have a runny nose. I really hate this. Right now it is all in my head but I know that once it moves from there it will end up in my chest. Geez. I just got over the crud.
To top it all of, my youngest son has his Cub Scout banquet tonight. It is their last meeting for the year and they get all of their patches. I usually go to all of his banquets despite the anxiety that it causes me. Hubby says I have to go to take pictures. It’s going to be a long day.
Ok, ok. I’ll stop whining now.
