Sick as a dog…

So the cold that I got yesterday quickly deteriorated into a nasty, nasty chest infection that caused an acute asthma attack. I have never really had asthma before. Late last night I conceded that I probably needed a doctor as I was unable to draw breath without significant effort and pain. Steaming my head over a bowl of hot water and vicks was doing nothing and I was fatigued, feverish and aching.

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I guess I was then starting to panic as I was on my own with Max asleep in his bed and praying for him not to wake up. I was doubtful as to my abilities to care for him in my current state. I called my doctor on his mobile and was barely able to speak between the wheezing and tears. He said that I needed to go to hospital and to call an ambulance. I called The Ashman to come home from work immediately and then I called my Big Brother. Big brother made it first and he set about finding the nearest on-call hospital (in Japan the hospitals are usually quite small and rotate after-hours availability) and then talking to the staff about my condition.

The Ashman made it home shortly afterwards and he took over baby duties while Big Brother walked me to the nearest hospital - which, fortunately, turned out to be only about 500 metres away thus negating the need for an ambulance. I huffed and puffed and wheezed my way to the hospital which was really difficult. I am pretty fit these days and to be suddenly struck down like this was hard to deal with. Hospital doctor gave me some nebulizer treatment and some fever meds to take if my fever got any worse. She didn’t want to give me anything stronger as I am still breastfeeding. It was fine with me as I just wanted to get through the night and to see my own doctor the next day.

Fever spiked at 38.5oC but I didn’t take the fever meds as I didn’t want to eat anything and the fever meds had to be taken with food. So I dropped a couple of Panadol and that brought down the fever enough to get a bit of sleep. So this was the second night with very minimal sleep. I was starting to get psychotic by this stage. Max slept well until he did his usual thing of needing to be attached to my boob from 4am and then he was a bit restless too.

This morning I dropped Max at day care (I love daycare!!) and went to see my own doctor. Came away with a fistful of medicine suitable for breastfeeding. Went straight home and slept the rest of the day. I feel a bit better now after the sleep but I still get winded walking up just a few stairs. Shows how much junk is still floating around my lungs.

It is weird though, as I was in such a dilemma last night about whether I needed a doctor or not. I debated with myself for ages and getting sicker and sicker. Why is that? In my feverish state, I thought that if I could just get some sleep, it would all be fine in the morning - talk about denial!! I guess I have always been really lucky with my health and have only just had the usual coughs and colds and nothing more serious. I have never wanted to be one of those people who run to the doctor for just a sniffle and I am against the misuse and over reliance on antibiotics and other medicines. I rarely take anything and try to always eat well and let my nutrition take care of my vitamin needs etc. My Mum and Dad always brought me up to tough it out when you are sick. “Buck up and soldier on.” When I was a kid, being sick meant missing out on stuff rather than being pampered and I hated missing out on stuff. Certainly a good lesson to learn.

But in this case, I am actually sick, legitimately so. I need to take antibiotics for the first time in around 15 years or more. I tried to refuse them at the doctors today but he insisted saying that this is NOT a virus but a bacterial one. He said he could tell as it came on so suddenly. So I will take the full course of my medicines like a good patient, rest as much as I can and drink plenty of fluids. I should recover in a week or so but I am still sicker than I have been in as long a time as I can remember. I am not really able to do any of my workouts or do any skipping which is a bit of a bummer as I have been quite addicted to them of late. Any sort of cardio is totally off limits and just not possible. 

Thank goodness for day care and husbands and big bilingual brothers and doctors. It just reminds me that help is out there if I ask for it. I should stop trying to do everything for everybody else and let people do stuff for me when I need it.

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• j-ster (Work) offered on 11/11/13 at 10:47 AM.....

  So glad you are feeling better hugs and kisses babe xxxoooxxx