She hypothesized (and I'd come to similar conclusions on my own) that as the steroids I was given in the emergency room processed out of my system, the symptoms were returning and escalating beyond the antibiotics' ability to keep them under control.
On Friday morning, I was pretty darn unhappy. I couldn't open my mouth more than an inch and a half, my speech was muffled and painful, and that whole not being able to drink and eat thing wasn't good. So Seanie takes me over to Kaiser and I pretty much beg my doctor for steroids. She agrees to put me on a diminishing course of steroids, because obviously I'm never going to get better if I can't eat and stay hydrated.
There's a bit of a problem getting enough food down into my stomach to allow me to take the steroid pills. I asked Seanie to scramble me two eggs, but he went overboard and made seven, assuming my appetite was going to magically make an appearance. I filled a bowl with scrambled egg, but for every tiny mouthful I took in, only about half of it went down my throat while the rest just sat in my mouth. It was awful. It was like the opening of my throat had swollen so much that it was now the size of a pencil eraser, so only the tiniest amounts could be taken in at one time. I was exhausted by the time I'd eaten the equivalent of one egg.
So six scrambled eggs went down into the garbage can while I struggled to swallow enough liquid yogurt to line my stomach and hopefully keep the steroids from coming back up. Because trying to vomit through my mess of a swollen throat sounded neither pleasant nor, frankly, possible.
Well, all I can say is thank goodness for the steroids. After taking them, I have been feeling well enough to try and write another blog post, and I've been able to eat regular food again. I'm still not quite able to concentrate enough to read, unfortunately, but I've been watching shameless amounts of television, which counts for something, I suppose.
At the moment, my body has been craving exercise. A week of forced immobility has made me very restless and just a short walk sounds marvelous. But Seanie insists I must keep resting, because every time I've tried to go and do something, like the car on Thursday, I tire myself out and bring about a relapse.
I'm so bored though. And I've gained at least five pounds that everyone says I'll lose once I'm off the meds because it's all water retention, but what if I don't? I feel so fat and bloated and icky.
For the first time in my life, I've also developed something of a gas problem and I'm constantly burping, which is unbelievably weird.
And to top it all off, I don't even know what I've got. "Bacterial or viral throat infection" doesn't sound like something that should be able to take someone out of commission for a week, but with no official disease diagnosis that's all I've got! It's rather disappointing.