It started last night and has only gotten worse over today. I feel like complete crap. Teresa thinks I picked up the flu while I was out. I think my cough and achy feeling is the start of GvHD maybe. Either way I feel like total hell. Yesterday was just a bad headache, almost bad enough for me to take one of my shots, but instead I toughed it out and went to bed early. Today I woke with this cough. And a headache. The headache isn’t as bad as yesterdays but the cough is kind of nasty… I never cough of phlegm and here I am coughing up a ton of it. It’s a different cough than I normally have that is why I think it might be GvHD. Oh well, whats a cough and a headache gonna do? Kill me? Bah.
I’m tired, cranky and cold. Teresa exiled me to the chair in the spare room. The spare room happens to be the coldest room in the house (not counting the basement). So here I sit under a big thick blanket trying to type this blog entry and not come across too cranky. But I do have to say, sitting up in the chair here has made me almost completely stop coughing, so it’s not all bad.
I know all my players are excited to play on Tuesday night, but if I am not feeling better by then, I won’t be able to run the game. I am sure they will understand, but it will be a big bummer to most of them. But I can’t sit up at my desk because of my back and my cough and that is where I have to be to run the game. I hope this cough goes away quickly if it is not GvHD.
I had planned to call Jodie the chiropractor tomorrow, but with this cough, I couldn’t lay there for her to do her job. So, instead, I will go to see my dentist and get my permanent crown put in. It is supposed to be ready tomorrow. I forgot to call them last week and let them know my schedule though. Bad me. If they cant get me in tomorrow, it has to be Tuesday or wait till next week. That is just how things go right now.
I think I see Dr. Alkhateeb on Wednesday. IF he is out, it will be Dr. Shaw. Teresa and I both liked Dr. Shaw, not that we don’t like Dr. Alkhateeb, just Shaw had more of a natural bedside manner, whereas you can tell Dr. Alkhateeb is forcing his. I sometimes miss Dr. Alkhateeb’s jokes and take slight offense to them. Then Teresa points out it was a joke, and I grumble something about them not being funny. Oh well, whoever the doctor is, I assume I will get a lecture about something. I always seem to get a lecture, usually about my dry skin. Ho hum, boring stuff again and again.
Then Thursday I have to get up at some ungodly hour to get to Dr. Wehbe’s office by 8am. Why did I agree to 8am? Should have said 9 or so. Heh. Oh well, I will fight traffic in the morning and get there at 8. Its not the end of the world. Just me whining.