Not So Great Birthday
- October 07, 2005
- 8 comments
Well, today is my birthday. I’m a whopping 31 years old now. I can see the peak of the big 40 hill off in the distance, and it’s getting closer.
I feel old. And it’s not just because I’m a year older. I’m sick as a dog too. I haven’t felt this bad in quite a while. I started feeling bad on Wednesday. I woke up feeling really tired, even though I slept decent. I couldn’t concentrate on my work. My throat was starting to get sore. So I started packing myself full of vitamin C and zinc, hoping to stave it off before it got too bad. It was apparently too little, too late.
Thursday morning, Dad’s birthday, I woke up feeling pretty bad. My throat felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t breathe out of my nose. I kept packing down the vitamins and drinking a lot of water, but it’s only become worse.
Today, it feels like my head is going to explode at any second. The pressure behind my eyes is horrible. It’s so bad, my teeth hurt. My nose is running non-stop. My throat is sore. My muscles hurt. It’s really swell! I can think of a lot of things I’d rather have for my birthday though.
And the worst thing is my dad’s having a horrid birthday too. He’s having problems again with his blood pressure. He’s been trying to find a medication that works for him, but everything he’s tried so far has made him feel worse than the high blood pressure. And now, if he tries to get off of the medications, he feels really bad. Tonight he got to feeling so bad, he had to go to the emergency room in Texarkana. I think he needs to see a specialist who deals with this sort of thing all the time rather than your basic doctor. All they’re doing is switching him from medication to medication and it’s really screwing with his body. I think tonight might convince him to switch doctors though. I hope it does, and then he can find something that works and start feeling normal again.
Russ
October 10, 2005
Thinking back, I remember my 31st birthday sucked pretty bad too. It was a Saturday, and I was miserably sick with a bad cold, but I went into work anyway to work about 5 hours of overtime. I figured being paid time and a half would be better than sitting at home all stuffed up and miserable. Working took my mind of the cold for the most part, but being tired and exhausted, I became careless while operating a nail gun, and accidently nailed my thumb to a giant crate we were readying to ship out on Monday morning. Being the only one with first-aid training, I had to wait for my co-workers to quit panicking, and get me a screw driver so I could free myself. My sinuses were so plugged up, that my thumb didn’t seem as bad as it normally would have, if I had been able to breathe like everyone else.
This story probbaly didn’t make you feel any better, but I can easily say that I can relate to what you are going through.
David
October 23, 2005
Happy Birthday late! Love you!