Heat wave

Tuesday night I suddenly came down with a sore throat and a bit of a cough. It didn't get much better during the day; in fact, by quitting time all I wanted to do was come home and go to bed. I did, more or less, but getting up every two hours like clockwork to cough and clear out the throat and sinuses rather defeated the idea of healing sleep.

I initially put the hot/cold flip flops during the night down to the whole peri-menopause thing, as it's fairly common for me to run warm, until I run cold.

Took my temperature this morning. My baseline is lower than most people's at about 96.9; a reading of 101.3 this morning is nothing to ignore.

So off to either the doctor's (my regular doc is off on Thursday - I'm hoping to get one of his colleagues) or a walk in clinic. Work is not going to be happy about me being out, but I have a nasty feeling this is the 'flu. With the the move last fall and the hours I was putting in at work, I never got around to having a flu shot.

Ack. Pass the kleenex.

Update: Three and a half hours, a breathing treatment, chest x-ray, EKG and blood draw later, I have bronchitis. Ugh. I will say this for the walk in clinic, they do give you a lot of information. Though it was a little tiring to keep telling people NO I'VE NEVER SMOKED IN MY LIFE. A follow up appointment with my own doc on Tuesday. Meantime, a Z-pack and some cough suppressants that aren't supposed to make me drowsy (but will according to the labeling).