Rainbowed Sunset Behind A Tree

I finally got my test results back yesterday afternoon. It took longer than the 24 hours I was originally told, but I got the expected negative so I’m good to go to take the meds I need to kick this bronchitis in the butt.

Even better, I noticed that the amazing, saintly doctor I spoke to not only gave me a generous size bottle of the desperately needed cough medicine, but he gave me 2 refills on it as well! Every past doctor I’ve seen with the exception of the one while I was pregnant with BG that took pity on me and gave me enough to last about 2 years has treated that stuff like it was liquid gold.

I do get why, but it just makes it that much harder to get enough to get this under control normally, which means I have to go in multiple times every year. I really wasn’t looking forward to that this year so I did a little happy dance when I saw the number marked in the refills box on the label.

Fingers and toes crossed that all of this is enough to knock this out early this year.

Tiny Rainbows In Fall Leaves

Covid test is done. I’d rather not have to do a repeat, but it wasn’t horrible. It wasn’t awesome, but it wasn’t horrible. Now I have to wait 24 hours for results.

I’d hoped to start the cough medicine and the antibiotics today and wait until I got my results tomorrow before starting the steroid, but when Hubby went to pick up my prescriptions, they were out of the cough meds (one of the most important pieces to getting this under control) and wouldn’t get more in until later today.

So, I’m still in wait mode and probably won’t be seeing any kind of relief for at least another day or two. Blech!

And my nose is still tingling and I feel like I need to sneeze, but can’t.

Can I just take a nap?

Covid-19 Test And Bronchitis

My annual bronchitis has settled in nice and hard.

Joy.

It is bad enough that I caved and called the doctor this morning. The amazing, incredible, awesome, goddess of a woman that took my call and initially told me that the first opening wasn’t until Thursday, heard me coughing and decided that simply wasn’t good enough. She went and spoke with the staff and managed to squeeze me in for a video appointment this afternoon.

After absolute shit timing of my internet deciding to die and a rushed and panicked call into the office, I was able to do my appointment via phone.

It was honestly the best appointment I’ve ever had when it came to dealing with this yearly, all winter long nightmare. We discussed what worked in the past and some new suggestions and settled on my normal meds (thank goodness!) that tend to work best.

The only problem? The steroids I normally take and that work well are being very cautiously prescribed because it can impact your immunity. With a pandemic going on, that really isn’t a good thing.

I now have to go in for a covid test to ensure I don’t actually have that instead of my bronchitis before I can start on my meds. That could have been another epic wait, but again, the staff doing the scheduling saved my butt when a spot opened up, while still on the call, for tomorrow morning, though it isn’t at a close location.

Apparently, accessing tests in my area right now isn’t all that easy because of the growing number of cases. It really is kind of terrifying.

I’m almost 100% sure this is just my usual winter crud. Everything I’ve got going on is classic for that crud, but it is still a possibility that I’m wrong. I found out that the timing on our HVAC guy’s test was probably a lot closer than I originally thought (though still a slim chance) and BG is always going to be pretty much THE potential to bring it home. So, while I am pretty sure, that little bit of chance doesn’t make me feel all warm and fuzzy. Definitely not feeling the warm fuzzies of a potentially suppressed immune system while on these meds.

So, now I have to go get a brain poke while trying not to cough up a lung, at a place that does covid testing. You know, where people quite possibly have covid. All so I can, maybe, take the meds I need to stop coughing.

Wear your masks people!!

Bleh!

I finally forced myself to go to the doctor yesterday. I always dread it when I have to go for my annual bout of bronchitis because I feel like I’m drug seeking. I know what works. I’ve been doing this for years and yet, for years, the doctors always do the same thing. Give me various different things like steroids, inhalers, or whatever new drug they are pushing. The only thing that works is the steroids to calm things down and the cough medicine with the codeine to stop me from coughing, either until I puke or pee. Even then, it often takes several rounds to get this crap to go away and by then we are into February or March. Continue reading “Bleh!”