My Recent Chest Infection
Since Wednesday 25th June I’ve been dealing with a pretty bad chest infection probably due to the many infections/infestations and other co-factors I’m dealing with. I’m sure it’s all tied in.
I’ve read that infections like these are quite common when fighting parasite infections . They seem to go hand-in-hand with one another. I’m always having to deal with chest symptoms, what with constantly spitting up mucus/slime. I always have some kind of cough or wheeze. I think over time it just builds up and up to the point where my body is struggling to fight it and it just can’t cope anymore. This infection was a pretty nasty one. I was off work for a week and was in bed for most of it. I went off my food totally and had to force myself to eat. I felt quite weak. I’m sure I lost a little weight too. As I’ve said before, I’m underweight for my height and to lose just a couple of pounds is a lot for me.
As the infection took hold, I did become slightly concerned because on a couple of nights I woke up at 2am, 3am in the morning. I could hardly breathe. It felt like my lungs were being squeezed , almost like a suffocating feeling when I was trying to take a breath. I couldn’t get comfortable at all. I was restless, tossing and turning all night. Eventually I had to prop myself up with pillows as lying flat was impossible. The minute I hit the pillow I coughed, coughed, spluttered and coughed. Propping myself up certainly helped. I never had a good night’s sleep the whole time I had the infection. I felt like a walking zombie.
When the infection was at it’s worst, because of the continual coughing I checked what I was coughing up. A lot of the time it was thick, globby stuff. It had a green tingue to it. The green is probably a sign of infection I think. On a couple of occasions I did notice very slight tinges of blood . It was also in the mucus in my nose. This was what concerned me.
I wasn’t eating very well, I just couldn’t face it but I was drinking plenty of fluids throughout.
At one point I did contemplate going to my doctor and even bringing my results/micrographs with me but something stopped me. I can’t explain it. Whenever I think about going back (which is not very often because I know what the outcome would be) I get this horrible feeling come over me. It’s like a panicky feeling. It’s the only way I can describe it. Before I got my results and was going back and forth to my own doctor I had a feeling of dread and when you are ill and you need to see a doctor this IS NOT how you should feel. I knew if I were to go back to my doctor I’d be prescribed an antibiotic and I didn’t want that.
I have, at times, contemplated going to my doctor with my results. It depends on how I’m feeling. Some days I’m quite desperate and I just say to myself “THAT’S IT, I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!” Then I get the feeling of dread and panic come over me and it stops me from going back. It’s because of the way I’ve been treated in the past, I don’t think I could put myself through it.
Don’t get me wrong, it would be VERY difficult for any doctor to refute or argue what is in my results. You’d have to be blind not to see what you are viewing. But the thought of going back to my own doctor sends a shiver down me. Knowing ‘them’ they’d want to do their own tests! I don’t think I could put myself through that let alone handle it.
I’m enjoying a bit of respite these last couple of days. My symptoms have certainly alleviated somewhat. I’m feeling a heck of a lot better.
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