Can you hear me now?
Mar. 7th, 2007 08:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miekecSince some time this weekend I've had a nasty cold/cough. Bad enough that I had to start up the inhaled steroids again (at least I have them ready to use now, since I got pneumonia 2 years ago or so). The other day I was getting ready for bed - brush teeth, take regular meds, then ibuprofen for headache and sore throat, dextromethorphan to stop the coughing, albuterol to open up airways to take the inhaled steroids (fluticasone and salmeterol) so that I can breathe.
Insane! Only old people are supposed to take heaps of medicine like that. Grmbl.
Anyway, on top of all that, this morning I felt like shit. Didn't sleep well, coughed a lot, woke when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
johngnassi finally made it home from Labor&Delivery. The alarm went off way too early, and all I wanted to do was crawl further under the nice, warm duvet. I felt sick. And if it were any other day, I would call in sick. But today was about the worst day to take off sick; J had his usual Wednesday 07:30 meeting, and my group had a long training session planned for all of us, with the consultant who was only going to be there till Friday. Figures. I really should be there.
So, I hauled myself out of bed (ok, maybe it did require some prodding) and trudged downstairs to more meds. More ibuprofen and albuterol and salmeterol and fluticasone. And this time guaifenesin to loosen up the crap in my lungs. Ah. Who needs coffee when you can down all these yummy drugs. Humpf.
Somehow, I managed to get up and dressed and even Karin ready and fed and bundled up to go out into the f'ing cold. It was still -10°. And windy. This time, at least, we were dressed for it, and muchly layered. I actually wasn't cold except for exposed skin (face only). Karin did get cold toes and fingers, but not as bad as she's had before. For a change the commute wasn't bad, and we made it to daycare only 10 minutes or so late.
Drop-off has been no problem lately. No more whining or crying or clinging from Karin. She had a period where she would stand in front of the glass door to her classroom, and cry when I left. Or just open the door and run after me. So that part was ok.
Except for the part where I was starting to lose my voice. By the time I was at work a few minutes later, it was all gone. Now, I _never_ lose my voice. It just gets lower and lower when I have a cold, but I very very rarely get to the point that I can't talk. Well, today I got there. I was not loud enough to understand. All I could do was whisper, basically. On my tasklist for the day was a call to one of the sysadmins to ask what the name and password for the new account were that we were configuring. She'd emailed me the basic info, but they don't send passwords by email. You have to call. Yeah. Whispering doesn't cary too well over the phone. Argh!
Of course, one of my colleagues declared that today was the best day to argue with me because I couldn't argue back :) And my boss smiled and said "I can't understand you, why don't you send em an email". Hrmpf. Would be funny if it weren't my boss.
At least the long meeting/training we had was useful. And we had yummy (free) pizza for lunch. I didn't last the whole day, though. At some point in the meeting I was crashing, so I got up and actually went home. I'd tried hard enough. Trudged home, gave directions to a life-saver friend who went to pick up child#1 from school, so that J could pick up child#2 from daycare. So that I then could crash and nap. Which I did, thankfully.
Until I got woken by my cellphone, at 18:15 or so. The voicemail was from daycare. It was a quarter past six, and Karin was still there. Uuuhh... no, I *did* page J with the final logistics-swap-result. He knew he was supposed to have picked her up by 6. So, I paged again. Apparently at about the same time that daycare also called him. And that Alex aimed him about the time. He'd gotten sucked into the new medical information system - a new toy. Sigh. About the only excuse I can understand and not get too angry about. Shiny new toys are good.
At least I'm getting my voice back again already.
Life is looking better.
Insane! Only old people are supposed to take heaps of medicine like that. Grmbl.
Anyway, on top of all that, this morning I felt like shit. Didn't sleep well, coughed a lot, woke when
johngnassi finally made it home from Labor&Delivery. The alarm went off way too early, and all I wanted to do was crawl further under the nice, warm duvet. I felt sick. And if it were any other day, I would call in sick. But today was about the worst day to take off sick; J had his usual Wednesday 07:30 meeting, and my group had a long training session planned for all of us, with the consultant who was only going to be there till Friday. Figures. I really should be there.So, I hauled myself out of bed (ok, maybe it did require some prodding) and trudged downstairs to more meds. More ibuprofen and albuterol and salmeterol and fluticasone. And this time guaifenesin to loosen up the crap in my lungs. Ah. Who needs coffee when you can down all these yummy drugs. Humpf.
Somehow, I managed to get up and dressed and even Karin ready and fed and bundled up to go out into the f'ing cold. It was still -10°. And windy. This time, at least, we were dressed for it, and muchly layered. I actually wasn't cold except for exposed skin (face only). Karin did get cold toes and fingers, but not as bad as she's had before. For a change the commute wasn't bad, and we made it to daycare only 10 minutes or so late.
Drop-off has been no problem lately. No more whining or crying or clinging from Karin. She had a period where she would stand in front of the glass door to her classroom, and cry when I left. Or just open the door and run after me. So that part was ok.
Except for the part where I was starting to lose my voice. By the time I was at work a few minutes later, it was all gone. Now, I _never_ lose my voice. It just gets lower and lower when I have a cold, but I very very rarely get to the point that I can't talk. Well, today I got there. I was not loud enough to understand. All I could do was whisper, basically. On my tasklist for the day was a call to one of the sysadmins to ask what the name and password for the new account were that we were configuring. She'd emailed me the basic info, but they don't send passwords by email. You have to call. Yeah. Whispering doesn't cary too well over the phone. Argh!
Of course, one of my colleagues declared that today was the best day to argue with me because I couldn't argue back :) And my boss smiled and said "I can't understand you, why don't you send em an email". Hrmpf. Would be funny if it weren't my boss.
At least the long meeting/training we had was useful. And we had yummy (free) pizza for lunch. I didn't last the whole day, though. At some point in the meeting I was crashing, so I got up and actually went home. I'd tried hard enough. Trudged home, gave directions to a life-saver friend who went to pick up child#1 from school, so that J could pick up child#2 from daycare. So that I then could crash and nap. Which I did, thankfully.
Until I got woken by my cellphone, at 18:15 or so. The voicemail was from daycare. It was a quarter past six, and Karin was still there. Uuuhh... no, I *did* page J with the final logistics-swap-result. He knew he was supposed to have picked her up by 6. So, I paged again. Apparently at about the same time that daycare also called him. And that Alex aimed him about the time. He'd gotten sucked into the new medical information system - a new toy. Sigh. About the only excuse I can understand and not get too angry about. Shiny new toys are good.
At least I'm getting my voice back again already.
Life is looking better.
