I went to the doctor on Monday because I am still coughing from whatever it was that got me in mid-April. I also wanted to know if it was possible to take shots instead of tackling the iron pills because of all the trouble I have with those, and by the way, my feet are swollen.
So – I do still have something in my lungs, for which he prescribed an antibiotic and a codeine syrup. I had a coughing fit Sunday at the dinner theater; the embarrassment was worse than the cough. There was an infant in the audience who made less noise than I did. Pathetic. The swelling in my feet could be because a) my blood pressure is so low. b) my thyroid is wonky, or c) because I am anemic. Blood tests all around.
Last time I went to the Red Cross, my b/p was 95/55 and my iron level was more than a point less than what they consider acceptable. I think they want it to be 12.5, and I was 11.2, but don’t quote me on that. Anyway, I’m running a quart low.
They didn’t take me.
I picked up the cough syrup on the way home from Bible Study last night. The directions are to take two teaspoons every six hours. Since two of the meds I take at bedtime are already sedating I decided to only take one teaspoon. I slept, uninterrupted, for ten hours, and then collapsed again at 2 PM and slept another two. It is about 7:15, and I could easily go back up to bed. To quote my mother, “Just because I’m up and moving around, doesn’t mean I’m awake”.
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