I hear my bed calling

I love hearing myself say, "but I'm really not THAT sick," when I'm surrounded by a group of health practitioners, seasoned RNs, Nurse Practitioners, medical students or doctors at various stages in their careers that obviously disagree with me. 

It is when I'm making the aforementioned statement, At that moment, I know I'll be getting more treatment whether I like it, want it, or not.

For example today, I've been battling an upper respiratory infection since my kidney stent was placed 2 weeks ago. 

I took 7 days of 500 mg levaquin to kick its ass out. It didn't work. 

The fluids mon. They helped until Thurs but by Thurs. I'd officially overdone myself with school, soccer, playing. I thought I just needed some fluids to keep my BP up. 

Well, That wasn't the consensus. The nurses (well, and me too) were concerned about my frequent frothy cough with yellow rattling sputum. My lungs still had wheezes and rhonchi after my nebulizer, inhaler, and prophylactic (just in case) zithromax. 

I knew I should have demanded a chest xray mon or any other day I called complaining, but it just didn't happen. 

Now, it's Fri. I had plans to scamper to Mass for little nephew P's 4th bday party at 11am, and those plans are being threatened. 

I'm getting a cxr at 1:30 and seeing a doctor at 2pm. Now the earliest we could leave is 3pm to get there by 6pm. 

Hmmm. I think todays plans have been cancered. 

Maybe a roadtrip tomorrow? Hhhmmmm, or throw in the towel and sleep the weekend again? We'll see. Now, I hear my bed calling.