Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Conversations with my Vagus Nerve

So. For the last week, I have been sick. It started Monday really, though I wasn't that bad until Tuesday or Wednesday.  I was utterly miserable there for a few days. And then it was just the coughing.  Constantly.. Endlessly. Repeatedly coughing. So much it made me gag, and grow dizzy.

I have done my usual research to avoid going to the doctor, because if I can fix this myself it makes me better than the doctors, and I have decided that I do not have whooping cough, or bronchitis, or pneumonia. I have a cough. Which is triggered by a stimulated vagus nerve. I have tried -everything- to get this cough under control. I thought it was being caused by congestion .. but I am not coughing up anything, and I can .. when the tickle in the back of my throat doesn't cause another coughing fit .. take deep breaths unhindered as far as I can tell. I don't -feel- congested. So it can't be congestion.

The only symptom is the nigh-constant tickle at the back of my throat. And I do mean constant. It feels like I have hairs growing in my throat.  Yes, a very gross mental image, but that's what it feels like. No amount of coughing, gargling, clearing my throat or hacking so violently it makes my arms tingle has ejected the phantom hairs, so I can only conclude they are not really there.

My husband has threatened with the Husbandly Glare of Doom that if I'm not 'better' by tonight, I must hie myself to the doctor; that is to say to the Urgent Care facility.  A trip which we cannot afford, and I really do not wish to take. It took three days of serious agony when my Eustachian tubes were locked closed for me to go about a year and a half ago. We're talking agony. While the frequent barking sound in the house is annoying as anything .. and the feeling of hair growing in my throat is not the most pleasant thing either .. I'm fairly certain I'm neither turning into a dog nor growing hair in my throat. My chin, sure. But not inside my throat.

So. Vagus nerve. Enough already, okay? You've had your fun. I'm sure the constant sneezing is what sent you into this tizzy, but you do not need to repay the favor this way. You don't need to repay the favor at all, really.  I'm sorry I irritated you. Can we be friends again? I would like to sleep, and to not be forced into a visit to the Doc-in-a-Box.

PS: I'm out of underwear to wear thanks to the the coughing. It sucks getting old. How about you do my laundry for me, so I can rest?

Monday, December 15, 2008

Driving me crazy ...

That's what the process of trying to register for classes this semester is doing, it's driving me crazy.

Apparently, we never paid PTC for the transcripts to be sent to UMUC. So they of course never sent them, and I never noticed. So I'm missing all that coursework from my degree evaluation. So they want me to take Writing 101 again. Writing 101. I'm a freaking English major! (Not that it shows in my blog posting, where I use really awful grammar and can't always spell, but that's irrelevant!)

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Rawrawrawr!

Why am I having so much trouble with getting things delivered to me?

First there was the whole HipKnits debacle, in which the proprietor responded to one email, then conveniently forgot/lost the email/ignored me and only finally got on the ball again when I pitched a bitch fit at her. And believe you me, I can pitch a serious snit.

Now, supposedly, a package from Amazon was delivered on the 9th. Except, it's the 15th and I haven't seen it. Maybe it was an invisible package? Filled with invisible books? Because they can tell me all they want that it was scanned as delivered, but until it's in my hands and visible, I'm going to call them liars.

And while I'm at it, what the hells is up with the companies making it as hard as freaking possible to reach their customer service departments? I had to wade through 20 minutes of voice-activated menus to get the lazy annoying twat on the phone at USPS, only to have her roll her eyes and laugh at me. And honey, I was a tech support rep. I can tell when you've muted yourself. And Amazon's just as guilty. It took me 20 additional minutes to find anywhere to send an email asking what to do about a package I never received because my post office is on crack.