Zithromax was supposed to kick my infection’s ass, but it appears to just be kicking mine.
Apparantly I was not supposed to have as much fun as I did this weekend. I have been laid up since Monday evening. I’ve never had pneumonia (and supposedly I don’t now), but this is precisely what I always figured it would feel like. I have uncontrollable, violent coughs every 20 to 60 seconds. My throat is raw. My lungs feel like brand new 2-liter Coke bottles, but instead of Coca-Cola Classic, they’re filled with new Coke Brand Brownish-Green Snot.
I didn’t really feel all that beat-up until after dinner tonight. I took Zithromax (5-day antibiotic) about an hour before dinner, just as directed. Shortly after dinner I felt a bit tired, so I laid down. 4 hours later I woke up after some very weird and primal (no, not like THAT, dude) dreams feeling like I had just arm-wrestled an elephant, lost, and as penalty for losing had my lungs filled and muscles replaced with elephant feces.
I sound like a dork, but the worst part about all this is that I hate missing work. I’m still working from home, but there’s a lot I need to get done AT the office. I’m sure the guys understand, but I really feel like I’m letting a lot of people down.
