Lurgi

Monday, Day One, Lurgified

Let's be clear. There have been no community transmissions of the plague in Queensland for well over a month. That said, I have some variety of communicated crud and I am not going to be That One Karen to actually cause more problems than I aim to solve.

The caveat... If I want to go to the quack's about it, I have to phone up. Can't book with the app when you got lurgi symptoms. I get it. They need to prepare. Alas, since it is Monday, I am also least likely to get an appointment before Wednesday.

Blargh.

Yesterday, I felt truly horrible and slept most of the day. Today, I have the sniffoos and a head from hell, but at least I'm mostly cogniscent.

...mostly.

I'm not looking at the news today because Lurgi plus wet weather plus the stress of looking at the news is a little too much for my currently delicate constitution.

Well, Shit

It is Friday, and I am still horking up chunks. Damnit.

Which means that I have to drag myself off to the Quack's for some antibiotics. Which I am flakey about taking for some reason.

On the plus side, I'm drying out. Which means the environment for bacterial shenanigans might just vanish. But I can't fool myself forever. Just as I wrote that, up came another chunk.

Can not be delusional with myself. Gotta book that appointment for me today. That was

I Swear I Feel Better

I'm still shifting chunks. They're not improving with time, alas. I moved two green ones this morning and am seriously considering antibiotics.

BUT...

If I can shift all the chunks by Friday, I won't need them. So I will be regularly doing saline doses on Max to help remove the gunk, and staying hydrated however I can stand it. When I get sick of Shamdy, I shall imbibe ginger/cinnamon/lemon tea. And vice versa.

I'm slow-roasting tonight's protein so that I'll

Chunk Relief

Doing a saline dose on Max genuinely helps clear the blockages. So does staying hydrated in any form.

I've been adding atrovent into my nebuliser so far, but the next dose I do will be all saline. See how it goes.

What does seem alarming is the size of the initial chunks. On the brighter side, I'm getting rid of the blockages. And the colour is heartening.

I still believe I can shake this infection.

Today or tomorrow, I will definitely do

Lo Batt Shenanigans

I was at Lo Batt, yesterday. A fraction of my general energy. And most of that is due to mucous.

Funny how having goop in your tubes causes you to not breathe properly.

But despite the Lo Batt status, I still managed to do all the firkin washing up and get a dinner on. I didn't have the energies to go shopping for supplies.

Knowing this, I messaged my lifemate. The love of my lifetime. Co-parental to our children. My Best-Beloved. To

Busy and cold

I am in the process of kicking off this lurgi. For those interested in my chunks, they are slowly, gradually, getting smaller, paler, and less frequent. Yay, I guess.

Last night's sleep was spotty at best, and frequently interrupted by chunks. The good news out of that was I managed to get a piece for my Wordpress.

I got the whole cleaning day thing, and the usual writing to do. And figuring out something in the order of dinner.

I'm thinking -

Hork...

I slept through most of yesterday and I feel a lot better about my place in this torture session called life.

I'm still coughing up chunks, but it's looking... good. For limited definitions of 'good'. In terms of chunk horking, there's less chunks, smaller chunks, and the colours of said chunks are giving me hope.

GROSSNESS WARNING: Colour chart for phlegm

Clear/transparent/white - nothing is living in your bodily fluids, you're good. For limited definitions of 'good' because you're still

Phlegmatic

The lurgi's got me good. This morning's highlights included me exuding mucous.

Yup.

Coughing up lumps.

Such fun.

I have a small hope that hydration and rest will shake this off, but... If it's still clinging around, I'm going to have to get myself on antibiotics.

Not my funnest eventuality.

And when I'm done with today's story, I shall likely attempt to sleep this thing off.

I.

Hate.

Lurgi.

M'lurgi

This bug... clings.

I just can't shake it like I'm used to doing. And Sneezin' and Wheezin' season is not helping.

I have three sticks of cinnamon. I can plausibly make cinnamon/ginger/citrus tea. Lord knows the Shamdy didn't help as much as it should have. But getting a good ginger garlic chicken soup going is going to have to wait until I have more money.

Bleh.

I just want to sleep. But I owe y'all a fresh story and a

Now Firkin What?

Mayhem has caught the local bug, and the soonest doctor's appointment is tomorrow.

Adding to that fun is a Cleaner's Day. On the other hand, I don't have to do a brat run so I have an extra hour to do the writing stuff.

This weekend promises to be packed as both grandparentals want visiting and at least one of those visits is tech support. I might have to take Capt S. up on her offer for me to go visit MeMum

Tea fixes everything

I've been bingeing on the herbal teas since I got crook. The addition of a little ginger to the pot has helped immensely. And also drinking an undertow-mug's worth¹ of tea at a time helps. And it helps for a surprising length of time.

The cleaners didn't arrive yesterday. I can hope that they'll come today, but because Easter, everything's up to debate. Giving the kids a ten-minute clean-up task definitely helps. Especially since it's their gateway to having access to

Glarghle

Lurgi confirmed. I am falling down with a thing.

Bugger.

I have Elderflower tea and a whole bunch of other teas, so I should have no trouble staying hydrated. I'm going to try and take it easy, but the day is a wee bit crowded.

I've just had a bunch of plumbers come in and give a quote on the sink fix. Later on today, I have the cleaners to help restore the house to some small form of order.

Hopefully, I

Owwie, owwie, owwie

Yesterday, the blockage in my sinuses decided to stab me through the left cheekbone. Thereby giving me the worst sinus pain I have had in my life. It hurt to move. It certainly hurt to change elevations. In fact, all I wanted to do with my day was lie in bed and sleep it off.

The Keto sites recommended that, since this bug had bit me during Keto Flu, I actually raise my carb intake a smidgen. The explanation? My body, being

It's Lurgi

It seems like everything hit me at once, and my semi-annual lung trouble decided that this was a fine time to team up with Keto Flu and whatever was going around and make beautiful mucous together.

Translated: I have a bacterial infection in my bronchii.

So I've made an appointment to see a doctor today about getting some antibiotics to make that fuck off. Meanwhile, Beloved and I are making plans to get all the calories we need because our current stomach

GFDI

It's one of my fave acronyms when things go agley to the point of explosive frustration. And this morning has definitely been GFDI material.

I discovered this morning that the love of my life had not acquired their 'Flu shot this year. And apparently the fact that the entire family caught a virus was enough to convince them that this year's 'Flu shots are a crock of crap.

Which meant that I had to spend some time quietly explaining the science behind

Menu

A 35-post collection

Monday, Day One, Lurgified

Well, Shit

I Swear I Feel Better

Chunk Relief

Lo Batt Shenanigans

Busy and cold

Hork...

Phlegmatic

M'lurgi

Now Firkin What?

Tea fixes everything

Glarghle

Owwie, owwie, owwie

It's Lurgi

GFDI