Basically, I've spent the last two days in bed.
On Tuesday, I started feeling bad and went to bed at 7:15. Wednesday morning wasn't so bad. I went to Nashville Needleworks to pick up fibers for our latest project. As I was there, I started feeling "woozy." I went home and to bed around 11:30 a.m. and slept the rest of the day. I had that flu-like feeling that I get with my hives, but didn't think that was it.
Butch insisted I see the doctor right away on Thursday so as not to mess up my Italy trip the end of next week. I got up early and planned to be there when the office opened at 8 a.m. I almost talked myself out of it as I could hardly get myself together to drive over (Butch is at a board meeting at the beach). I was the first one there. I got in right away. No fever. Blood pressure low. Weight---not going there but less than last time.
Diagnosis---double ear infection and bronchitis. She ordered a breathing treatment and steroid shot. I reminded her about the prednisone since that's steroid. She said it was fine. I've never even heard of a breathing treatment before. They put this liquid stuff (medicine, I guess) in this little container hooked to a breathing thing that plugged in to the wall. I was told to breath in deeply and exhale through my nose. The nurse left. About 10 minutes later she came back. The doctor came back in and checked my lungs again. She asked if I could breath easier. Since I didn't even realize I was having a problem breathing, I paid attention and said, "well, yes, now that you mention it I can breath easier!" I'm highly susceptible to suggestions. She said that I had far less wheezing than I did before.
She called in three prescriptions for me---an antibiotic, heavy duty cough suppressant and a nasal spray for my ears. I still was feeling pretty crappy, but decided that I didn't want to go home only to have to go back out later to get the prescriptions. I got to the pharmacy and was told it would be about a half hour before they would be ready. I was waiting in the car when suddenly I realized I wasn't feeling so bad anymore. Those steroids are miracle drugs.
I decided to run to the grocery store to pick up a few things. Look what I found:
I did what I always did with Hydrox---twisted it apart. I licked the frosting and it's exactly like an Oreo---your tongue just slides across it. Hydrox frosting is a little grittier and much more lickable. The chocolate cookie part wasn't right either---very much like an Oreo. Something tells me that they just tried to match the Oreo recipe an slap Hydrox on the label.
So beware! They are fake Hydrox. Butch is not going to be happy about that. Now we have Oreos and Hydrox in the pantry that I don't like!
If you are a Hydrox lover and have had a chance to try the new ones, let me know what you think.
PS I'm feeling great already!!! You know I'm sick if I miss my nail appointment and bridge!