Me? It was diagnosed as bronchitis, and there is definitely stuff in my lungs that isn't moving. My lungs squeak from time to time, in between wheezing. I've still got some nasal issues too but I think the infection is gone.

Thanks Lola! And I am keeping monster and you in mind as my motivations. WHEN I feel better I am going to start being better!

Infi, if this is an ongoing thing you need to get serious with your doctor.
Guidelines here state that if you have a cough for 3 weeks you want to look at other symptoms, it might be more serious.

Not trying to freak you out - better to be safe than sorry.
And no, that's not a hypochrondriac reaction, it's official information which busy GPs sometimes miss.

I just wanted to let y'all know that my phonics group have really been missing me.
I was in late Friday (scheduled time off) AND Monday and Tuesday (work times changed so I could attend Tiger's new classroom orientations as they happen in the afternoons.)

Given that phonics is usually @ 10.00, the sessions have had to be merged. It was a teaching decision, but the children don't really get that - my five feel they have missed out.

They haven't of course, but I did get a little frisson, given that my motley crew include a child barely able to sit still for ten minutes; a child who is pretty much unable to speak; the shyest and shakiest boy; probably the most troublesome. The latter frequently asks me whether I am angry. In a hopeful way. He has decided if I am angry I will stamp on his head, and this phrase has permeated the group. I am asked to stamp on their heads at least three times a week.

Oh I missed one out of my count. He's a little moptop I can't otherwise categorise.

The wonderful thing about them is they all try damned hard.
They all enjoy the work.
And they love being in a small group - they were seriously getting left behind when it was a full class activity. Hence Mrs P's decision to calve them off.

At a time when I am working on Tiger's social skills - a nebulous and long-term goal - I have seen four out of five able to write their names. And ALL of them improve in sounding out letters and blending into words.

I know it's not something many people can relate to, but it has made me really happy.
And knowing my group have actually missed THE WORK is a real boost.
Back to normal scheduling tomorrow.
And I bet they act like little sods...

(a) :lol: at the idea of Sundae actually stamping on a kiddie's head!
(b) that sort of reputation could come in useful...

Infikey, late last (southern) winter a bug causally called the 40-day cough went around Adeliade. Turns out it was whooping cough. Sounds a bit like what you have. Maybe check it out. That or leprosy. Take your pick. ;)

I knew I shouldn't have gone to Badelaide just to meet YOU.

I suppose if it isn't better by Friday I'll try to get in. It's the exhaustion that worries me, and makes it difficult to even want to leave the house.

Thanks! :)

I found out the ex-s parents house burned to the ground. . . on July 4th.

Is that good or bad or just random, classic?
I can think of some people's houses I would like to be burnt down.
But no-one I know right now. Maybe that's what equilibrium is.

I've just had a poo.
Diz also had one at approx the same time.
I have cleared it from his tray.

I didn't spray any air freshener for either of us as I don't like it, and with Mum away I'll have no moans.
But now I keep thinking I can smell one or the other.

1) Why do my poos smell like something that has exited from a cat?
2) if a poo falls in the house and no mother can hear it, does it still smell?
3) Is it possible to get atom-sized poo particles in your nose hair so you think you smell it for ages?
4) Is this subliminal guilt about the odour of sanctity and nothing to do with poo at all?

ETA got the answer as soon as I posted this. Dad was having a pasty for tea.
While they do not smell like poo, when filtered through floorboards and carpet they do have a peculiar meaty smell not obvious at close range. In fact I used to think I smelled catfood when one of my colleagues at them at his desk, despite having no objection to the product if put in front of me. Not a good advert though.

So neither poo was to blame.
But Dad's might be tomorrow.

When Ah were a boy, we only had two Yorkeshiremen. And we had to hire them by the hour.

Just an update, and FYI, the 411, for those who have been following along at home:

I went back to the doc on Saturday. I did indeed have a lingering infection in my lungs. The z-pack, while convenient and usually effective, wasn't strong enough to knock the infection out of my lungs.

So I'm on another antibiotic and something for the asthma-like wheezing that happens when I cough and that almost sent me to the hospital early into the illness.

And I'm feeling much better already. :)

I love my doc. I don't mind seeing the PA or NP in a pinch, but no one knows me like my Doc!

Lung time no see......

someone needs to spoof this on a harry potter theme:

I'm considering trying a "hot yoga" class. (For those who are unaware, this is like regular yoga, but a little more geared toward the "exercise" rather than "relaxation" angle... and it's done in a room that is 90 degrees and 60% humidity.)

Anyone ever done one of these?

My SiL was into it when they were on the left coast. She loved it.

I have new friends this summer who I love apart from their freakish hot yoga obsession. i don't hate that bit about them, i just don't love it either. they talk about it a lot. they are self confessed addicts and go every day (usually not together because one of them has to be the kid taxi), and they plan to travel to hear the cheif-hot-yogi speak this summer. they admit he's nuts. they admit they're nuts. Would you like me to ask them any questions about it?

Sorry if you posted somewhere else and I'm too lazy to find it. How are you doing infi? Any better?

I'm getting worried, I have an out of state friend who's been going through chemo for lymphoma. It wasn't going well and they were gonna bump him up to radiation. I haven't heard from him in weeks. He hasn't been online or responded to my text. I'm afraid to do more in case I get a message back telling me he died. :(

Thanks for asking, mtp. :)

I had a backslide over the weekend. I didn't go anywhere except for store runs. I still have hope that this round of antibiotics will knock it out. If not, I guess they'll need to look further. The way my brain works, one moment I'm sure I have a terminal illness and the next I'm sure my job is killing me. Either way, I'm helpless. Sigh...is this the kind of stuff we're allowed to talk about in the Cellar?

As to your friend, is there someone who would know about your friend that you could message? Not knowing is the worst, even if what you find out is awful, I think. :comfort: