.:reflections of twilight:.

Well, I've been laid up since Friday with what turned out to be a case of bronchitis. Hence my longer than anticipated absence. I had a nice Dragon*Con post almost completed when I somehow deleted it without saving a draft. It was a pretty well written one too. Hopefully I can get back into the right mindset again in order to rewrite it.

So this weekend was a pretty brutal one. I had had a bit of a nagging cough since the middle of the week or thereabouts but I didn't really think anything of it. I just attributed it to seasonal allergies as per usual. But, it kept getting more and more persistent and then Friday I was feeling very hot and I found out I was running a slight temperature. I took some OTC stuff to help rein it in somewhat, but it didn't really do much except dilute the symptoms.

Friday, mom had gone to a cemetery in order to take a photograph for Find A Grave, and I went with her because I was a little curious about the whole process. Yes, it's basically taking a picture of a headstone, but there are parameters that have to be followed it turns out. Pretty interesting. I was feeling so-so buy the time we started, but back to feeling miserable by the time we ended and having to stop in at Walgreens for Mucinex for me to take.

By Sunday, I was over it. I was tired of the coughing and the yo-yo temperatures and the sleeplessness, so mom went to see if my COBRA was caught up for September to see if I could get into a Walk-In Clinic somewhere and nip this thing in the bud. It was, so we did.

I've never had bronchitis before, so I had no idea what it all entailed. Something with the lungs, I think? Anyway, since I tend to be a massive hypochondriac I was thinking I had all kinds of things. Tuberculosis. Yellow Fever. The Plague. ANYTHING!! All I knew is that I wanted this thing GONE! I did wonder a little if it was a case of the Con Crud, but I didn't hear that my companion I went with had been sick, so it most likely wasn't that.

We found the urgent care place, which is open until 6:00 on weekends, and signed in. Mom called ahead of time to double check that they took my insurance since it's out of state, which luckily for me they did. So while in the waiting room, I had to fill out a phone book's size amount of paperwork before the long wait. Luckily the wait wasn't terrible or anything, not like some places I've seen.

I was called back and taken to an exam room and had my vitals taken. I did find out I lost some weight since being up here, probably due to hauling ass up and down the stairs everyday. Then I waited some more. Then the student Nurse Practitioner came in, did a small exam, took some notes and then left. Finally, the provider on call came in, who was a regular Nurse Practitioner and she examined me and I got a diagnosis and she wrote me some prescriptions. Luckily there was a 24 Hour Walgreens not too far where I could get them filled so I didn't have to wait until the next day to fill them since it was early evening and most everything else was closed. Mom and I wandered around the place while they were getting filled. I saw a cute stuffed Jack Skellington in there that I wanted and dammit if I shouldn't have gotten it!

So today I've been taking my meds and taking it easy and I've started to feel a little perkier, except for the damn cough. I don't know why coughs feel the need to hang around longer than necessary. Especially the hacking kind of coughs where you feel like you're gonna rupture something every time you cough.