Liz and I submitted an apartment application and it’s being processed today. We’re hoping this works out cause we really need to get our stuff out of Briarwood. We’ll also have to get everything cleaned before I can even be around stuff.
The breathing keeps getting better. I’ve just been sleeping a lot and taking it easy. Hoping to get back to work soon.
….are not fun. I think I’ve said that many times before. Several times during the past couple weeks Liz has hinted that I need to go to the hospital. Today she got ahold of my doctor and he said I needed to go. So I went. At least this time they didn’t stick me with needles many times over. I had a good person this time. I also got stuck in the wrist again just like last time. That’s to do blood gas tests. They have to get blood out of an artery instead of a vein. It hurts. A lot.
So after being there six and a half hours and getting pumped full of new and fun drugs, I’m out. I can breathe a lot better but I still feel like crap. We never even say a doctor, just a bunch of nurses. All I could think of is, “Yeah I’m feeling better now, but I currently don’t feel any better than I have the past couple weeks. So how long til I get bad again?” Liz asked what we were supposed to do if I didn’t get better and they just said we should come back.
As I got up to leave I walked about 10-15 feet and started having another one of my signature coughing bouts. The nurse that had just checked me out started staring at me from across the room with a concerned look on her face while another one got me a wheel chair*. Then they pushed me out and got me in Liz’s car.
Right now I’m watching a Stargate SG-1 marathon and wondering if I’ll be able to sleep. Being sick really sucks. I have to remember I don’t have it so bad though. We at least have a place to live and I have decent health insurance. I also have a competent doctor this time that believes me and I totally trust. I also have a Liz that makes me grilled cheese with hotdogs inside, cooks frozen pizza and then spreads cottage cheese on top, gets me drugs and drives me to the hospital and back. What more could I really ask for**?
Well, here’s to another weekend of chilling on a couch and watching TV. I hope yours is just as fun if not more.
* Wheel chair rides are lots of fun.
** I already asked her to donate a lung, but she doesn’t want to.
No sleep last night. That’s what happens when I mix prednisone and a nebulizer. Crazy stuff. I’m sure I look a little crazy and every once in a while I think I see something out of the corner of my eye.
Also talked to Jim today about electricity and rent for March. He’s going to look into it and get back to me. I’m really interested in seeing what my electric bill is going to be because of all the fans plugged into the outlets for days on end. Plus, the carpet people cranked our heat for at least 4 days. I’m sure that didn’t help the mold grow.
For now, it’s back to the couch to me so I don’t have a coughing fit. Hopefully I can get back to work on Monday. We’ll just have to wait and see.
I don’t seem to be getting better fast enough so it’s back on the prednisone. I’d like to meet someone who doesn’t hate the stuff. Luckily though, life doesn’t suck too much. We do have a place to stay and it’s not like we’re facing financial ruin or anything. I’ve been spending my days laying down. I’ve pretty much lived on the couch since last Monday. Normally I wouldn’t be able to stand not moving for more than an hour or so but somehow I’m able to chill all day long, day after day. Right now I’m thinking I probably won’t be back to work til next week.
Yesterday I found out too late my doctor appointment had been canceled, but luckily they got me right in today. You know how sometimes you go to the doctor and you have to wait forever? Well, today I was one of those people making the mildly-sick people wait. I told him I had been doing great up until this week. How I had started lifting 3x a week again and doing cardio stuff 5x a week. Then the apartment got water in it and after being in there a couple hours was so sick I could hardly move. He listened to my lungs and even after 4 days of taking lots of medicine and laying down, there’s still wheezing all over, on both sides, of my lungs. He asked where I’m living and I told him we were with Liz’s parents.
He said my landlord needs to provide me with a new place to live.
He said I shouldn’t go back into that apartment for 3 weeks.
He said they need to tear everything out and replace stuff.
He said, “If they give you any trouble about getting out of there, not receiving your security deposit, anything - I’ll screw him.” I said, “[chuckling]Uh, ok.” He said, “No, I’m serious. He gives you any problems let me know. I’m putting something down in your chart about this so it’s documented. We’ll do another breathing test to have that documented as well. You need to be in a different apartment that dry and clean so your lungs have a chance to work properly.”
So there you have it folks. The doctor is gonna “screw them” if I have problems getting out of my apartment.
Well, not really. When you’re not at work and can’t really enjoy your time off, I don’t think that really counts as vacation. For the past few days I’ve been chillin in Funcie and watching TV. Right now, I’m watching a special about modern pirates on the History Channel. Heading to the doctor today and Liz is going to check out the place to see how it is. I guess we’ll decide what to do after that. Today it’s raining and it’s supposed to continue, then pick up again in a few days. That kinda makes me think more water might come in.
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