I finally went to the doctor Monday, after four weeks of coughing. I haven’t been able to run, and sometimes the cough is almost asthmatic — I can’t catch my breath.
But I’m stubborn and stupid and I hate to go to the doctor when it appears to be just a cold.
Instead, I’ve spent more than four weeks getting little sleep and I broke.
So off to the doctor I went to be prescribed a steroid and codeine cough syup — which, as I said on Twitter yesterday, makes me feel like a junkie homerun hitter. So, now my head hurts, I’m tired and I still have another four or five papers to grade tonight (plus pulling together a lesson plan and starting a column).
If you don’t see more blog entries today, you’ll know why.