The Sinus Infection from Hell

It’s been a long week. It all started Tuesday when I was heading to the babysitter to drop off Lucy. I started to feel like I had a sinus infection, such as head and ear pressure. Luckily, my ENT office was able to squeeze me in, even though it meant I had to see the NP. She originally thought I was just having bad allergies (right, because I don’t know how my body reacts to a sinus infection….), but she was wrong. I had a sinus infection. And, guess what? I am the lucky winner of a CT scan next month to determine if I need sinus surgery. Hooray.

But, it doesn’t end there. I came home and relaxed until Joe and Lucy got home, and by that evening, I was achy and was freezing even though I was running a fever. A sinus infection with flu symptoms is the worst possible thing I have gone through. It has been a miserable week. I was at the point where I was ready to drive to my ENT’s office and demand they do the surgery RIGHT THEN.

Thankfully, the antibiotics finally seem to be starting to work. I love me some antibiotics. At least I didn’t have to get any tretinoin cream.

So, I am praying the CT scan shows I need surgery. Friends have told me they’ve had good results from it, and Joe hasn’t had any problems since his sinus surgery last year. Sure, the recovery isn’t a lot of fun, but if it means not getting a sinus infection every month, I’m all for it.

Patients Know Best

I woke up Monday feeling like crap. I knew a sinus infection was coming on because I had my typical symptoms — clogged ears, congestion and pounding in the head. So, off to the doctor I went, with Lucy in tow since her sitter was sick too. I knew I had a sinus infection. I know my body.

So, imagine my surprise when the nurse practitioner told me I had strep throat. I was kind of surprised since my throat didn’t hurt, but she said my throat was covered with the tell-tale white bumps (which Joe confirmed later that night). I asked her if I had a sinus infection as well, and she said I didn’t and that my symptoms were from the strep. I got a prescription for a z-pack and went on my way.

By Wednesday, I was feeling better, but in the evening I noticed the congested feeling coming back in my ears, nose and head. Thursday was worse, and Friday was miserable. I felt like I was in a fog all day and couldn’t concentrate. Somehow, I made it through my newscast, and as soon as I was done, I headed to urgent care.

After about an hour and a half, which included being forced to watch “Hannah Montana: The Movie” in the waiting room (and trying to decide what was worse — being sick or watching that movie), I finally saw the doctor. Sinus infecton? Check. UTI? Check. Strep? Swab was negative but the NP hadn’t given me enough of the antibiotic to completely knock it out, hence the sore throat that had developed. Apparently, instead of the normal z-pack which is two pills the first day and one pill for the next four days, I was supposed to be given one that included two pills a day for the five days.

I was given Levaquin, which the doctor calls a “super antibiotic” and supposedly is like hitting the strep with a bazooka. It also should knock out the other two infections. And, instead of going to my parents’ house today to visit with them, my grandparents, and my brother and his family, we’re here at home because I still feel quite bad. It really pisses me off to know that if the NP had taken me seriously on Monday, I could have gotten antibiotic for the sinus infection and would likely be feeling MUCH better by now and would be able to enjoy this beautiful weekend. And, it pisses me off that she gave me the wrong dose for the strep. My mom, who is a nurse, says that if strep isn’t treated correctly, it can move into the lungs and heart. Now, I know that’s a worst case scenario kind of thing, but I don’t think strep is something to be taken lightly.

The next time I go to my doctor’s office (and, I intend to see the DOCTOR from here on out rather than the NP), I will make sure to fight even harder. I know my body better than they do, and I’m my own best advocate.

Happy Valentine’s Day, You Have Strep Throat

Instead of going to work today and getting Valentine’s gifts delivered by my husband, I’m at home. On the couch. Wishing I could die.

Ok, so maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but I’m pretty darn miserable. It all started last night when my sinuses began acting up. I figured it was the beginnings of a sinus infection (which I get quite often), and went to bed hoping a good night’s rest would help me feel a little bit better.

But, when I woke up this morning, I felt worse. I really wanted to put off going to the doctor until tomorrow since Lucy’s babysitter is sick, too, but I was miserable enough that I decided it was worth it to go with the girl who fusses.

As is usually the case, Lucy was great for a while, and then she got tired of being restrained in her stroller and started to fuss. And fuss. And fuss. I finally gave in and took her out and, as soon as I did, they called me back. Because that’s exactly how it happens, right?

Back in the stroller she went, and let me tell you, the girl was NOT happy. She had a meltdown while I sat and had my blood pressure taken and the nurse glared at her (which was after a woman in the waiting room glared at her for fussing). She’s a baby, people. Deal with it. My blood pressure? 146/90. Not really surprising.

I finally saw the nurse practitioner and expected to be sent on my merry way with my usual prescription for a sinus infection. Nope. She took one look at my throat and said, “Yep, you’ve got strep.” She offered to do a test but said that since I had white bumps all over my throat, she was going to treat me anyway.

Sigh. So, I’ve been on the couch all day because I’m nauseous and just feeling miserable all over. Lucy’s been allowed to watch as much PBS Kids as she wants. I know. I’m “Mother of the Year”. But, when you’re sick and have no energy and just want to sleep, what are you going to do? At least she watched educational shows. 🙂

Tonight, Joe and I will celebrate Valentine’s Day by exchanging gifts (his will be unwrapped since it needed to go in a card, and I was planning on buying said card today until, you know, I got diagnosed with strep) while sitting a good distance away from each other so I don’t get him sick. Romantic, I know. At least we went out to dinner on Saturday night.

Next year, we will fulfill this year’s Valentine’s night plans of having a romantic, candlelight dinner at Waffle House. Because that’s how we roll, and how many other people can say that’s where they had their romantic dinner? Next year.

Our (un)Happy Thanksgiving

I wasn’t sure we’d been celebrating Thanksgiving with our families this year. It was kind of a depressing thought since last year we stayed home because I was still recovering from childbirth. But, both Joe and I weren’t feeling so hot the Monday before Thanksgiving. I had a viral infection, and Joe was battling a stomach bug. Blech.

But, when Thanksgiving morning rolled around, both of us were feeling better. I still wasn’t back to normal, but I was on antibiotics, and Joe was feeling pretty good, so we decided to pack up and head to the mountains to spend the day with Joe’s family.

We arrived right before lunch and had a pretty good day. Lucy and Rivka are still learning how to play together, and they are so cute together. On Thursday night, they had story time with Aunt Rachel.



And, the cousins did some reading on their own.


That night, the girls took a bath together and had a BLAST. Seriously. I have never seen so much splashing before. Rivka made Lucy laugh so hard she fell over. And, I don’t think the four of us adults stopped laughing either.


That night is when our weekend went downhill. Around dinnertime, I started noticing that the thought of eating made my stomach churn. I kind of shrugged it off, but it just intensified. Around 11 p.m., I began my all-night marathon of going back and forth between our bedroom and the bathroom. Seriously. All freaking night. The worst part was when Joe’s mom came up to check on me. There’s nothing worse than throwing up in front of your mother-in-law.

And so began our weekend from hell. We headed out Friday morning and spent the weekend holed up at home. I felt like crap, and Joe started feeling bad again too. We were one pathetic couple. And, making both parents of a 12-month-old sick at the same time is a cruel, cruel joke.

Apparently, some kind of stomach virus/bug is going around as many of my Facebook friends posted about being sick as well. And, I passed it on to my in-laws. Joe’s parents, Rachel and Dave all were sick on Monday night. Joe and I were still feeling bad up until today, which was the first day in more than a week that I have been ridiculously nauseous. Hooray!

So, that was our Thanksgiving. At least it was fun for the few hours we weren’t sick!

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Open Mouth, Insert Foot

This little story goes quite well with my previous post.

So, I’m sitting at my desk at work today when a coworker came by. She actually works across the street at another business owned by our company. This is how that conversation went:

Her: Hey. How are you doing? Aww…look at your chubby face!!

Me: WTF??

Seriously. Who does that?