9/16/09 I have the creeping crud. Ikkk.

I didn't sleep well.  Although he was exhausted last night,  Luke felt so sorry for me and my nasty cough that put up the vaporizer.  ( musicians have times of too many services and they are exhausted--too often Luke has the worst shedule of all) The vicks laden steam did help,  and I slept some,  but something felt wrong.  I got up early coughing and I didn't go back to sleep (never happens)  I sat downstairs,  reading and drinking hot tea and hot coffee.  I remembered that mom used to tell me to eat dry toast to break up congestion.  My back and chest hurt.

I went to Dr. Killingbeck and worked with Dr Mike as well.  He didn't charge me because he felt sorry about my being sick.  I did know that something was wrong,  but I didn't really understand.  

I went home after Dr K and rested.  I felt weird and so tired.  Scary.  Dr Logan is my alternative doc.  Even if you are his patient,  it's hard to get an appointment with him.  I'm lucky that I had this one on the books for today or I might not have taken my sickness seriously enough.  It goes to show that grace protects.  

I had called the day before for directions to Dr L's new office and I had them on a yellow,  lined pad to take into the car.  The directions were wrong.  I mean Xavier could have given better directions and he's never even been there.  I think the person who gave me those dumb directions must have had a few ( of something).  Finally,  after a half hour of being lost,  I stopped at a garage and asked a customer for directions.  She put me on the right path immediately and I was there.  Dr L agreed to stay and see me even though I was late.  

When he examined me,  Dr L got kind of scared.  I've never seen that before. He brought a spray and sprayed the room and had me cleanse my hands.  Evidently,  I have this bad virus/bronchitis--thing.  I guess it's bad.  Luke needs my help this week.  OMG.  I won't be able to do much.

Confession:  Sometimes the doc tells me to do something and I don't bother with it.  It doesn't taste good,  it's too much trouble.  I don't believe that I really need it.  This time,  I know I have to do it all.  Every bit and every swallow.  Do I feel scared?  Mostly weird.  And very,  very tired.

I mean MKate brought me some groceries and nutrients from the health store and she couldn't come into the house.  

Luke came home exhausted.  He got up way too early and has worked all day.  Now he has to help me.  Poor guy.