Not Again

Back in June, before the Mom-in-Law got here, I proceeded to do what any normal woman would do. I did some deep cleaning. That's when you go beyond the surface dusting to behind things, armed to get all renegade dust bunnies out of your house. The Man and I got sick. I'm still thinking that flu shot started the whole mess and cleaning finished us up.

I've been doing the surface stuff since. Maintaining, so to speak. This past weekend, I deemed it necessary to do a dust bunny round up again. Armed with my vacuum cleaner, I started hitting corners that normally don't see the light of day. I meant to clear it all out, mind you.

Saturday evening found us with a nice clean place to call our own temporarily. Then I noticed I was sniffling some. I figured some dust had found its way up in my sinus cavity, but that's to be expected.

Dang, if The Man didn't start feeling the same way. Awe, Dude. Both of us being sick is NOT an option. Those kids will gang up and take us down if we do.

Sunday wasn't so bad, but I could tell it was getting worse. ~sigh~ I had JUST gone through all of this less than two months ago. Being sick is not my favorite thing in the world to be.

Yesterday was when the Mack truck hit me square between the eyes. I didn't know your cheeks could hurt so badly from pressure. I took some drugs in the hopes of finding some rest last night.

3 a.m. found me staring at the clock. I had to laugh. I really did. I'm a stomach sleeper and when I would lay on my stomach? My nose turned into a dual faucet. When I would turn to my back? I would start to doze and wake up choking from the drainage. What's a gal to do?

I encouraged The Man to go to Medical today and get checked out. He's the breadwinner and one of us HAS to stay on top of the game. He called me from his office when got back to tell me all they gave him was Sudafed. Are you kidding me??? They are leery about giving him an antibiotic after the penicillin scare. Do these people not know that there are other forms of safe antibiotics? I was disgusted. He has a sinus infection and nothing but stupid old Sudafed. He also went ahead and made an appointment for me. How sweet is that?

This could not bode well for me.

I made my way to the band-aid clinic on base to see what kind of nonsense they would throw my way (there are separate groups of doctors for active duty and active duty dependants). The receptionist told me I was seeing a new doctor who was filling in a for a few weeks. Lovely. This was looking worse and worse.

Eventually, I got to a room and here he came. Ten minutes later I am out the door with a prescription for an antibiotic for my SEVERE sinus infection. I told him my self-diagnosis of being allergic to dust and he took me seriously. A mask next time is my weapon of choice. We'll see how I fare after that.

While waiting on my drugs at the pharmacy I texted my hubby and said....

"Dude. Your doctor sucks. Mine rocks!"

If I felt better, I might do a "Neener neener", but I'm not rolling that way today.

We'll see how this goes and if I start to feel better. I sure hope so.

Answer me this, would you?

If I am allergic to dust....wouldn't it stand to reason that I would need someone to come clean my house so as to prevent something terrible like this from happening again?