I’m referring to the Bronchomonster from last year, folks.
Here’s the thing, I had this WHOLE long post written up (remember guys, it takes me a ton longer to get a post published these days for some reason) I mean, a full-on, several-hundred words post about how great it was to have NOT had to deal with this bronchial infection stuff the way I did last year. And you can just guess what happened after that, right?
Yep. I’m sitting here, sucking the nebulizer as I type. ARGH! Seriously, folks, I AM thankful that I haven’t had it all this time, since last year, it started in August and did NOT leave until mid-November!!!
I think it probably got a foothold in when I went to have out-patient surgery last week. GAH! What’s that about? Oh, well…you know since we knocked out out-of-pocket limit in the head back in March, Tommy and I have been getting all sorts of tests done and with a bout of weird “lady things” going on, my general physician wanted to send me for a consult with the gyno. Yay.
They’d already done a really painful ultrasound earlier this year looking for something else. I had to have that REDONE so there was that. Then I had to have this tissue sample taken and THAT was simply horrific.
DISCLAIMER: for the dudes who may be lurking out there, this is going to get really “woman-y” really fast, so brace yourselves for lots of uncomfortable info about what we ladies have to go through to keep our honey-pots healthy. There.
So they tried to do this tissue sample thing in the office. It was supposed to be a simple procedure, right? No. Not for Geannie. Nothing is ever really simple with me.
They had to change the speculum THREE TIMES! That thing is always painful to me since I’m made so weird in there anyway, but I had to lay there with one ill-fitting contraption in me while the nurse went to get another one, and then that one didn’t work either. It was MISERABLE! Then they started with the actual tissue retrieval. Um, NO!
What they told me was it would be a small straw-like thing that the doc would then “spin” around in there to grab a bit of tissue. Apparently, the first one collapsed on itself…I dunno, I guess it was defective and I’m thinking to myself it’s like when you get a straw with a hole in it and can’t drink your soda through it? Who knows. But yeah, then I had to wait while the nurse left AGAIN to get another one of those too. I was bawling by the time they were done.
Both the female doc and the nurse were apologizing profusely, but that didn’t make it any better. It was awful!
Early the next week, I get a call from the nurse telling me they hadn’t even gotten a tissue sample, just some “mucous” and I was waiting for her to say they had to do it again to which I was going to reply, “OH NO YOU DON’T! I don’t care if it all rots and falls out, I am NOT going through THAT again!!” But what she said was they wanted to do this as an out-patient surgery. The plan was a hysteroscopy with D & C. They had spotted a polyp which needed to be removed and biopsied plus I think they planned to just sorta clean all the thickened tissue out if needed. So I’m like, “General anesthesia?” which the nurse confirmed, so I said, “Okay, let’s do it.”
So anyway, I had that done last Tuesday and it was a breeze comparatively. Other than some minor cramping and the sensation that I’d been scrubbed out down there with a brillo pad, there wasn’t a ton of pain. All the rawness was gone and I was feeling pretty much back to normal the next day…except for a sore throat. The nurse told me that was from the tube they’d put down my throat during surgery.
But I knew it wasn’t.
I started doubling up on my elderberry syrup and vitamin C, but apparently, it was too little, too late. By yesterday evening, I knew I was in for a bout of the Bronchomonster.
I think probably having an infection (found out from the pre-op tests I had a couple bacterial infections brewing) my immune system was weakened just enough to let this awful broncho-stuff take hold. Oh, that and it just turned pretty cold around home, too. Not that the cold weather gives you a cold, of course, but it sure didn’t do my throat any favors on top of all the other stuff.
Thank God, though, the throat isn’t a big issue anymore. It’s this coughing, but–again, thank God– it’s nothing near like last year and hopefully, I’m getting on top of it soon enough to clear it up without any steroids or antibiotics. My good friend echinacea is going into the teapot today and I’ll be adding some other germ-fighting, immune boosting home remedies to the roster. Ha. If only it were that simple, huh?
I’m not even going to bore you with what the surgery/anesthesia/sick-getting has done to my blood sugars. I am throwing insulin at them by the vial and still, they’re staying up around 300, which adds to yuckiness. I’ve never had this much trouble with my sugar going high when I’m sick before. Usually, only steroids do anything close to this. UGH!
Okay, so there you go, folks. You’re pretty much up to date on the state of affairs in my world right now. I hope all of you are staying well and healthy! If you have any other good self-help, home remedies for me, please leave a comment! I’m open to ANYthing that’ll get me well ASAP!