Sick and Tired

Usually that phrase means that a rant is about to begin... not quite sure why, because I am a bit of both right now and barely have the energy to type this right now.

On Sunday, I was feeling pretty out of it.  Even Todd had noticed, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it... just malaise.  If anything, I figured I had just OD'd on tennis coverage.  Thanks to some wild matches there was nearly 12 hours of tennis on and I pretty much watched it, granted on TiVo time-delay... but even if you subtract out all those commercials (particularly the 1,634 times the John McEnroe AmEx "dispute resolution" ad aired -- "You can not be serious!"), that's still a lot of television and tennis!  (Also, remind me to stop getting concerned about Roger Federer losing a match before the end of the second set).

Anyhow, by Sunday night I had a scratchy throat and on Monday the nasal issues started... not enough to knock me on my ass, but definitely ugh-worthy.  Todd offered to run out and pick up so dinner.  It was a tough choice.  To avoid aggravating my throat, I wanted to avoid anything spicy (our usual food M.O.!).. so we decided on Fazoli's (not sure how national the chain is, but it's a fast-food Italian/pasta).

I went online just to confirm that they had Alfredo sauce since I figured the acidic tomato-based would be no good... and accidentally stumbled onto nutritional information... and while my fettuccine, as expected, was a "heart attack on a plate"... allow me to warn you, my dear readers, about Rigatoni Romano -- 1090 calories and 54 grams of fat -- and that doesn't include any of their warm and buttery breadsticks!

While I am usually not quick on taking pills (despite my mom's suggestion at taking something at the first sneeze or sniffle), I did take a 12-hour decongestant prior to bedtime... and boy that did not work!   NyQuil is one of God's little miracles... knock me out, just as long as I can kind of wake up in the morning... but this was not NyQuil.  While I probably did sleep most of the night (except for those 5 trips to the bathroom!), it felt more like I was on a hallucinogenic, high-speed journey all night long.  Not a fun post-three day weekend morning... I woke up exhausted, plus no noticeable upper-respiratory improvement. 

After getting a job that had to go out first thing this morning, I went back to bed for just a bit... and that seemed to help... now it is just a matter of what or what not to take medicine-wise.  Funny enough, I do have a doctor's appointment this afternoon.  Alas, it is not with my PCP, so I can't squeeze in this "oh, while I'm here" stuff... though I wouldn't expect a doctor to be able to do much about this anyhow...my experience is it's one of those "needs to run it's course" things.

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[Scott-O-Rama]

Hope you feel better soon.

Buckaroo was fighting the same thing all weekend. He's been doing the DayQuil/NyQuil routine. He tried to pass it off to me, but I'll have none of that!