I am not a happy campette right this moment. On Christmas Eve, I started feeling like I had done too much (which is possible) and konked out. I woke up when DD insisted we open presents, and felt like had been hit by a bus. Slept the whole rest of Christmas until noon today, when Bob informed me that he had made a doctor's appointment for me this afternoon and I had to get up.
Doctor listened to the lungs, heard my symptoms and took a throat swab. After a quick trip to the lab, he announced that I have the flu. The real deal, and he was not swayed by my protests that I already had a flu shot. (Turns out that this year's flu shot wasn't good for the variant of the flu that's all over New England right now) I also seem to have a sinus infection as well, but that's a nearly constant thing, so I'm not overly worried about that.
Because of the possible lung complications, I have to up my Prednisone, and the whole taper from hell thing has been a waste of time. (Meaning I'll have to do it again when I'm over the flu.) I'm supposed to use my nebulizer every four hours whether I think I need to or not, take some anti-viral medicine, and if my O2 levels drop below 90%, get my tired old butt to the hospital.
Well, that's enough for me. I'm going back to bed.
Kathy N-V