I love how it's every few sleep sessions I get one really REALLY bad one. Like right now, where I wake up to a coughing fit with congestion and a feeling as if someone had detached the front of my face and went to town on it with a baseball bat. Metal, baseball bat.
Happy camper I am not. My husband was lovely enough to get a new icepack for my neck, some ice for my water bottle (squeeze the bottle kids, don't suck! I learned this from the internet ahead of time), and my pain meds.
I think I was running along a possible level 5.6 -6 here. Creeping closer and closer into the "OH GOD NO" zone. I mean, my face feels beaten. I don't know how much more to expect with this.
The coughing up of phlegm certainly doesn't make it any more pleasant.
Also expect to be annoyingly gassy and that your inner plumbing will decide all on its own not to work as normal because like the rest of your body it's currently confused at its current state of WTF'ery. And expect "pooping" to be an unpleasant embarrassing task- you will not "poop". Remember, you've been ingesting LIQUIDS for 4 days. I'll leave that as it stands. It's frustratingly unpleasant.
To note a key point here, so far the percocet has done a good job at making me not feel completely miserable. I'm taking 1/2 dose every 2-2.5 hours now, it all depends on how badly I think I really need it. After learning what my stomach can take on "empty" since I can't constantly be eating anything. A full dose I'll puke up, so we refrain from attempting that at this point.
Thank you Greg for taking care of me when we are both in a state of discomfort. I couldn't move myself from the bed if I had to earlier. <3
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