I had the Tamiflu and was trying to figure out when to take it. If I took one right away. it would be the middle of the night when the next one was “due” . . . I took it anyway. When I used Tamiflu in Wilmington it made my dog talk to me. Jordan said the dog wasn’t talking, but the dog was. I saw her mouth move and heard her, and we talked to each other. Well, if my current dog started talking, maybe Jordan would notice this time? I wanted to take anything that would help me. I went ahead and started the antibiotics too.
Jordan sent an email saying she would stop by a store on her way to my house. Did I need anything?
I remembered the doctor had said to “push fluids”, so I told her I was out of bottled water and almost out of Gatorade and the doctor had said to push fluids . . . dog food . . . I’d probably need dog food before I got well . . . I thought of two or three more things and told her.
She showed up later with a lot of things. I was glad to see her and amazed at all she had bought. I was asleep when she got here. but the dog let me know Jordan was at the door. I might as well go ahead and mention the dog’s name, since she’s in this blog. Her name is Joy. She’s 8 years old. She’s been the “family dog” and seemed to prefer my kids over me, but since my 18 year old dog died last June, Joy has become my best buddy.
I went back to bed shortly after Jordan got here. The next day she stayed for awhile, but then went back home and I was to call her if I needed more help. The next few days are a blur. I’d write down when I took each pill so I didn’t get mixed up and ate a lot of soup.
One day I tried to change the filter in the air purifier and ended up sitting in the floor crying because I’d gotten dusty, was too sick to shower and the air purifier wouldn’t work right. Joy came over and tried to get in my lap. (She’s too big.) Then she kept bringing me her tennis balls. They are her prized possessions and I think she was trying to cheer me up.
Jordan came the next day with some new furnace filters and that helped. By then I had managed to stand up long enough to shower. I thought I was doing better. She woke me when she got here . . . she’d actually gotten in the house and at my doorway before I even knew she was here. When I sat up in bed, she said Oh, My God! Do you want to go back to the doctor??? No. Was she crazy? She said I looked worse than I did the last time she saw me and I looked pretty bad then, according to her.
She took Joy for a walk. They came back in and woke me up. Joy came charging in the bedroom dragging her leash behind her. I asked where Jordan was? Jordan came in the room and said Joy hadn’t wanted to walk as far as usual. She said Joy had suddenly turned back towards home and bolted that way. They had run the whole way back. When they got in the house, Joy didn’t wait to be unleashed, but rushed down the hall to my room. Joy kept sniffing me. Silly dog.
My son in China wanted to skype on Monday like we usually do. I had seen the doctor on Wednesday of the previous week. We had to cut the call short because I just was too tired to sit up any longer.
My middle son sent me messages asking how I was, and I heard from Jordan every day.
One day I tried to make a pot of homemade soup and it took all afternoon. What in the world? It had never taken that long before.
On Wednesday night of the next week after being diagnosed, I was up all night coughing. I called the doctor’s office the next morning and again they said to come in at 1:00. He came in and asked if I’d taken all my medicine. Yes, I had, but I was still coughing. Wasn’t I over the flu yet??? He checked me and said I still had Bronchitis. Bronchitis? When did I have Bronchitis? He said I had it the week before when I was in the office with flu. I had flu and Bronchitis and I still had Bronchitis. He asked if I’d finished all those antibiotics? I had. So he prescribed a stronger one and I took the last one yesterday morning. I think (hope) I am well now, but I’m weak.
It has been another week, now two and a half weeks since I was so sick and I went somewhere for an hour this morning and thought I’d die before I could get back home. I’m having to use my cane.
I’ve tried to skype one more time with my son in China . . . this past Monday and had to cut it short again.
I took the car to be inspected day before yesterday, and although it only took thirty minutes, after I went to Food Lion for three things on the way home, I ended up having a crying spell when I got here.
I’m planning to stay home for the next few days. You’d think once the medicine was taken and you weren’t sick that you’d be good to go.
I guess not. That flu/Bonchitis knocked me for a loop. I’ve quit wondering am I dead yet, but still wonder when I’ll be back to normal?