Sick, Again…

So 4 months ago, I had pneumonia, and it was no fun. I spent weeks feeling run down, and finally a physical symptom basically forced me to go to the ER. $8000+ later, I was officially diagnosed and given even more drugs.

Fast forward to now when I’ve been feeling run down and just crappy for roughly a week. This time my fever has spiked to 101.7* then pops back down to normal [for me] of about 98* and back and forth every couple of days. I get dizzy and sweaty and, well, it ain’t pretty. I am also really worried that I might have pneumonia again. I keep feeling my throat lymph nodes to make sure they’re not swollen bc I have a history of tonsillitis as well. Oh yeah, I’m a mess.

One thing I’m doing differently is taking my vitamins every single day including an extra folic acid pill. I don’t get nearly enough exercise as I should. My appetite is still pretty crappy (always has been) so I don’t eat that differently than before. My water intake lately is pretty high, but this morning I woke up with a severely dry throat, mouth and especially soft palette which really frickin hurt! With all the sleep I’ve been getting, drinking has been low on the priority list except to take meds with.

Yeah, yesterday (Saturday) we went to Walmart (I waited in the car), then to Sonic for an early dinner (yum!), then to Michael’s for some art supplies. I actually went in, wandered about for a few minutes, then found a table and chairs and sat there sweating and sleeping. It was really no fun. We got home around 8pm and I vaguely remember taking my shoes off. The next thing I remember was it being 1am. I got up, took more medicine, changed outta my jeans and fell back to sleep with Lola curled up right by my side. Up again at noon for more meds. Then up again at 6pm for more meds, to take a shower and try not to fall back asleep.

Needless to say, it’s been a very lazy weekend. This afternoon I woke up to find Phoenix on one side, Lola on the other, and hubby on her other side. My little family, all snuggled together.

Poor hubby is trying so damn hard to not get sick and he’s doing quite well. We’re flying out in a few days and I’m really not looking forward to being sick and having to fly up north. I don’t do well on flights as is, and having a stuffy head will only make it worse.

One thing I desperately need to do is boost my immune system. Mine has been horrible for many many years.

Dear body, please kick this nasty bug out now. Like, right now. NOW!


Oh Hello Pneumonia, Please Go Away!

** …I actually started writing this at 3pm on Friday and kept falling asleep on the couch, then went to get medicine and had dinner with Steve. Course, then I fell asleep for the night and now, here we are again… **

It’s no secret that I’ve been feeling horrible for a long time. I’ve mentioned it a few times in here and it’s just been miserable for me the past few weeks.

Yesterday began fairly normal. I had an appointment at the DMV to get my married name on my drivers license, then headed to the bank to deposit the last of the wedding checks. I hit up BJ’s Warehouse for a few items, then was going to hit up Publix for stuff we needed, but didn’t need 843 pounds of it like they sell at BJ’s.

And then it happened as I was walking across the parking lot into Publix. I coughed. And immediately knew this wasn’t like the painful coughs I’ve been having. I felt and heard a POP in my left side somewhere in my rib cage. This is the same area where all the pain has been for the last week, but this was different. I immediately doubled over in pain and forced my way back to my car. Yeah, try walking and being calm when you think you’ve punctured a lung or snapped a rib in half.

Complete and utter pain. On a scale of 1-10, I was at about a 15 or 16.

I made it back to my car, turned it on for the a/c, then called Steve and my mom. I knew he wouldn’t answer as I’d spoken to him when I left the DMV and he was going to sleep. I sat in the car for a while with tears streaming down my face, having a really hard time breathing, and talking to my mom. Finally I did manage to get the car moving and drove about 20mph the entire way home. Any jostling of my rib cage caused even more excruciating pain to shoot through my body.

When I got home, I sat in my car calling various people trying to figure out what to do next. To the normal person, the ER would be an obvious choice. For me, uninsured and extremely underemployed, I was fearing an ER bill. Yeah, I went anyhow. Mom drove me to Homestead Hospital. Not only was it the closest, but a friend works there in the ER room and he was going to be in later for his shift at 7pm. It was currently 2pm and I was hoping like hell to not see him.

Oh yeah, I did. For 6 hours.

We got there just after 2pm, and within 2 hours I was triaged and had 4 vials of blood drawn. As usual, my veins were being funky and the only place she could draw from was the back of my hand. The “quickness” of these events made me hopeful that the ER trip wouldn’t last forever. I stood for as long as I could since sitting wasn’t painful, but standing back up and putting any force on my left side was excruciating. So mom and I waited. And waited and waited.

Around 5 my name was called to “set up the IV for my CT scan.” Um, no. The entire 3 hours so far I’d been told I was getting a chest x-ray, including from the finance person. We spoke to the nurse and she confirmed that a CT scan was, in fact, requested by the doctor. I told her I was self-pay about a dozen times and that I needed to know what it costs before I could consent to it. In the end, the billing department was closed and I declined the CT until I spoke to a doctor.

About an hour later, my name was called again and I was wheeled back for the chest x-ray. It took about 5 minutes and I chatted with the x-ray tech about the CT. She said the x-ray can only tell so much, and that the CT can examine my organs for other problems. Also that a lot of people decline the CT until they speak to a doctor. I felt better about declining the CT until at least the x-ray results came back. She also checked with the registration desk to see how much longer my wait was going to be. They wouldn’t really say, but when I told her I had a friend that worked at 7pm, she knew him and said hopefully he could push things along more.

Right before 7, Shane arrived at work. We chatted for a bit then he went into the back. Next thing I know, he’s bringing mom and I back into an ER room. Uh, yeah, he helped! I got into my hospital gown and managed to tie the back (yay!) and sat on my bed. Luckily, it was angled up already so I didn’t need to lie down. (Lying down has been brutal for the last week since my rib cage pain is horrific.) Shane attempted to insert my IV line for med’s as both mom and I cringed and looked elsewhere. I say attempted as I have the worse veins! They roll around and collapse with the slightest pressure. He started with my right arm (it collapsed), then my left (also collapsed) and finally got in on the back of my hand near where my blood was drawn earlier.

The next few hours are kinda a blur. My doc prescribed a muscle relaxer and an anti-inflammatory through my IV. When the nurse came in to give them to me, he warned me that… one of them… I’d be able to taste. I laughed, but sure enough, a few minutes later I tasted it. To me, it tasted like nail polish remover smells and he said he’d heard that before from other patients. One of the drugs knocked me out as I was soon fading in and out while mom watched TV. Shane kept popping in the room to check on me and see what was going on.

Eventually I was taken back for the CT sometime around 9pm. And let me tell you, lying completely flat on a hard surface with severe rib cage pain is not fun! Having to get up, leave the room, and do it all over again? Well that sucks even more, but they didn’t tell the tech the machine needed to be reset before she brought me in. The hospital room bed was nice and cushy, and on a nice angle to be far less painful. After the test, we had to wait about an hour for the results. During which, I wasn’t allowed to eat in case they needed to do other tests.

Meanwhile, before I went to get my license at 11am, I had a plain bagel. Around 3pm, I had an iced tea and a bag of chips. It was after 9pm and I hadn’t had anything else to eat. Sometime between my first blood culture at 10pm and the second at 10:30pm (2 more needle sites), my father arrived with a bagful of boneless chicken wings from Buffalo Wild Wings for mom and I. Mmmmmm fooood.

...feeling a bit like a pincushion...

My doctor finally came in with test results. The chest x-ray was clean and perfect. Yay! The CT scan had what he described as looking like “ground glass” in my lungs. Basically, they were kinda dirty. Dirty lungs = pneumonia. Apparently whatever that popping business was that brought me to the ER was no where to be found and instead, I have a super super early case of pneumonia. Oh the joy that is my life.

Ironically, the triage nurse specifically told the phlebotomist that she didn’t think I had pneumonia, but wanted to run all the tests for it anyhow as I was complaining of lung/ rib cage problems.

So, yep, after the flu and all the other crap I’ve been dealing with… I have pneumonia. Here’s hoping the medication kicks it out of my system and it never develops farther.

Around 11pm, my nurse came in to hook me up with a 30 minute IV drip of antibiotics and 2 more antibiotic pills to kick start everything. We were still at the hospital until about 1am when I was finally discharged along with a prescription for Percocet for the pain and more antibiotics. I was also told to sleep propped up on as many pillows as possible to make sleep/ lying down flat bearable. Luckily(?) my parents both have back problems and had wedge pillows. I snagged both of them and slept propped up.

So there ya go, my ridiculously expensive day spent at the ER. How expensive? Well, I haven’t received a bill yet but I’m fairly sure the CT scan alone was a couple thousand dollars. Kill me now.

So… how are you?


Have You Ever Coveted Another’s Life..?

Hello friends!

Death Flu Update: I am mostly OK and recovered from the Death Flu. Right now the cough is lingering and, because my body sucks, the chest pains. Oh, not your typical chest pains… no no no, I should be so “lucky” to have those. These are the “I’ve coughed so much that I either cracked a rib (or 2) or ripped the muscles away from my rib cage” type of pains. Sadly, I have experienced them before. Last time I went to the ER terrified that I was dying. The chest x-rays and shot in the butt confirmed that I wasn’t and I was given heavy duty narcotics. This time? I shall suffer with only Tylenol.

But alas… being down and out for well over a week has given me a lot of time to think and soul search about my current life. As I perused Facebook, Twitter and read through all my blogs amongst all the sleep time, I discovered that one of my high school friends is living the life that I wish I had. Have you ever had that revelation?

Don’t get me wrong, my life really isn’t bad. She just has the stuff we both want: 2 beautiful children, an amazing husband, a few profitable businesses to warrant her being a stay at home mom, a great house and the lot purchased for their dream home, enough money to take family vacations and, best of all, she loves her life. I’m sure she has a lot more than just these things, but we really aren’t close enough for me to know. Basically, in the limited view I have of her life, she has it all. The businesses thing is something Steve has been talking about for ages. He really wants something that will earn us rent/ royalties for many many years to come. Enter my yarn shop? Maybe some apartment complexes?

What does this mean to me? I dunno. Something along the lines of how do I emulate her life? Yeah, I have no idea. The businesses take money, as does the children, homes and vacations. While we are doing OK with Steve’s current salary and are able to pay down some of our credit cards and other bills, we definitely need more for kids, homes, moving, etc. While I would love to be a stay at home mom and raise our kids, well, we don’t have any yet. My part-time job is kinda killing me in that I hate not being able to contribute more financially to our little family. I’m still dreaming of the day when I find a job with a nice salary and health insurance. One day, I would love to actually use my uber expensive education.

Do you know someone that has everything you want out of your life? What did you do? Steve suggested I ask her how she achieved everything, but that sounds a bit odd to me. Am I alone in thinking this? I dunno… Any suggestions?

Also, I have been tirelessly working on my new blog. The coding is still all over the place and not yet ready for the big reveal, but hopefully soon! No, I’m not giving out the link until the coding is pretty. Mostly because right now all my pages are broken. 😉

Cheers friends!


I’m Still Alive

Hello my darling bloggie friends!

I am still alive, promise. I was officially diagnosed with Influenza type A on Friday and have been sucking down Tamiflu, Mucinex D and Tylenol since then. Have you ever been tested for the flu? It pretty much sucks! My amazing husband took me to urgent care Friday night and the doctor so kindly shoved a very long swab into both sinus cavities. Oh yes, I both cried and sneeze-coughed. It was painful!

During the last week I have been sleeping about 16 hours a day. Seriously. Having the flu is horrendous! I went out yesterday morning to sign up for a PHP/MySQL class with the hubby, then came home and crashed on the couch for hours. Yesterday evening, I went out to do some registry clean-up at Bed Bath & Beyond and felt like I was having a 90 minute hot flash and coughing fit. Yeah, it was dead sexy!

Today I’m off to work again. Here’s hoping the perpetual hot flashes don’t persist!

In other news, I bought a new blog domain name. In other words, once I have the design down pat and ready for the reveal, you will no longer be accessing this lovely story of my life and future via That’s right, it’ll have it’s very own name! But until then…

Lots of love and healthy vibes!



I Caught The Crud…

There’s going to be a bit of a blogging hiatus. I seem to have caught the crud that’s been going around. And, true to my form, I seem to have caught it worse than the people I might’ve gotten it from. There’s no guarantees where it came from, but ugh.. I’m so miserable!

I worked all day yesterday then literally fell asleep once Steve went to work at 9pm. Woke up at 2am, 8am then again at noon. My body can sometimes be smart as I needed to take med’s at those times but didn’t set an alarm. Nice! I also took those few moments of lucidity to post some updates to Facebook and Twitter. Hey, what can I say, this girl likes to be connected.

Did you ever get the feeling, when you’re sick that your entire head is on fire and/or weighs 700 pounds? Yeah, me too. I kept taking my temperature and right before bed it was 101.7. this afternoon I though it’d broken when it was as low as 98*, but no luck. As of a few minutes ago, it was 101.9* again. Seriously, my brain is cooking. It should be noted that I average 96-97* on a daily basis.

Well lookie there, I managed to write a big post after all. Stay safe and healthy everyone!



Temporarily Broken Blog

Some of my loyal readers may have noticed that my blog was broken… dead.. kaput there for a few hours. Well, from 4am-2pm. The problem is when I start messing around with things in the databases and don’t verify that the blog still works, things go downhill fast.

Yeah, that’s right. Me, Miss I can Code but Suck at Basic Blogging, changed my password last night (yay 4am insomnia!) to try to mess with the SQL code and forgot to update the password in my wp-config file.

Bloody brilliant, I tell ya.

And who knows how long it would’ve been dead had I not gone looking for the post I scheduled this morning.


If you follow my twitter feed, then you probably saw my meltdown as it was happening.

Now back to your regularly scheduled blogging.. reading.. whatever! 😀


South Floridian Looking for Admin Job.. Help?

OK, truth time. I need a job. Pretty desperately. Yes, I have a part-time job 3 days a week and average about 20-22 hours per week. So for a pay period, I make what I used to make in 1 week. Ouch.

So we have this “plan” for me to get a job… any job [that I’m willing to do] for a few months while I continue applying all over the country. I hate Miami. I feel like a teenager living here full of hatred for this city waiting to escape it. I can’t really explain why, I just hate it. I never went out partying, and never wanted to. I don’t drink [since I was 19] or do drugs [never touched any] or anything else. And that’s not just about living like I’m pregnant, I was never interested in drugs or losing control like when I used to drink.

Tangent, what?

I know it’s horrible to take a job knowing you’ll only be at it for a few months, but I just can’t see us living here very long. I’ve been looking all over the country, with focuses on Austin, DC, Madison, and a few other places. The good thing about DC is all the government jobs. The bad thing is how long and seemingly ambiguous their application process is.

Right now I’m looking for an administrative job. Something in the admin assistant range. We just need the money. My current job is making it really difficult to pay the bills. Steve has been footing the majority of the bills lately and lemme tell ya, it’s a horrible feeling. Sure I’d like to be a stay at home mom one day, but only IF we can actually afford it. And even then, it’d be to home-school our kids.

How can you help, blog friends? If you know anything in the Miami area in an administrative capacity, preferably something temporary, could you please let me know? Yes, I have an MBA, but at this point, I just need some extra money to pay bills. I’ll worry about using my degree later on. Please post, RT and spread this post as far as you can in South Florida. I will love you forever! And if your lead lands me a job, I’ll send you something yummy made especially for you!