Plagued Again (Well, Still)

I'm still battling this thing, y'all. I've been so incredibly congested that at any given moment I have to choose which nostril I will use, and upon making that choice I just hope and pray that the chosen nostril will, in fact, function as it is supposed to. Usually, I'm not that lucky.

I'm also constantly battling an itchiness in my nose, throat, and ears that threatens to make me insane. I'm serious. So, so serious.

It is the itchiness that has made me think that my viral bronchitis has dissolved into a virtual allergic FIT, so I've tried my Claritin - which has failed me miserably - and bought some Zyrtec yesterday. Before I could even try the new stuff, though, I woke up this morning with a pain in my chest that was so bad - literally so bad - that I couldn't do anything (including picking Leah up) without wanting to scream. That's bad.

I told Scott we had a problem - namely, my inability to pick up and care for our baby - and he arranged to take me to the doctor today. Again.

This doctor was more helpful than the last. It's a good thing, too, or Scott and I both might have gotten unpleasant. It's been a solid month now since I've felt good, and it's about time to move past this.

She told me I have strained/pulled muscles in my chest from coughing. I also have fluid in my ears and completely inflamed (as in, swollen shut) nasal passages due to my "really bad allergies."

My doctor, I think, must have stock in a pharmaceutical company, because she sent me home with 4 - count em, 4 - prescriptions. I am now doped up and, with any luck, well on my way to feeling normal again. Fingers crossed.