Sick as a dog

I've been sick now for 4 weeks. 4. Miserable. Mucus filled. Raw nose. Hacking cough. weeks. If you want to count the illnesses before that...well, now, I've pretty much been sick since the end of August. It started with a staph infection on my nose. Fine. They gave me some antibiotic ointment and that took care of it. I noticed during that whole process though that it was taking a little longer for that to go away. Typically when I have something yucky like that, it's gone within a few days after I get medicated. Nope. Not. so. much. Then Nolan got strep throat. SO I got strep throat. That went away after another 10 day course of antibiotics. Almost immediately following that....like I got to feeling better from the strep on a Thursday, and by Tuesday I was feeling like white dried up dog poo in the desert. Sick again. That was the start of this horrid flu bug. Nobody wants to name it. Which is fine. It doesn't need a name...I'll just call it "the shit that sucks". Week one, I just put up with it. By week two, Adam didn't even want to sleep in the same room with me. I kept him up all night with my barking cough. I started week three with my husband absolutely hating me and screaming at me to go to the Dr. So last Thursday I finally bucked up and went. As I suspected there was nothing they could or would do for me. Just a healthy dose of "awww poor baby". Rest. Fluids. Mucinex. Robitussin.
So week 4 started this week. Now I have a fever. And that cough is getting deeper and rattly. I'm not getting anything done because by noon I want to curl up in a ball and die. By three I'm incapacitated. So I call and talk to my doctor, and tell him I'm not feeling any better, and in fact getting worse. He wanted me to come in today at 11:30. I didn't make it. By 2:30 am this morning I was a wheezy, hacky, oxygen deprived mess. And I was bawling like a baby because I'm so frustrated with being sick I can barely stand it anymore. My doctor met me up at the hospital. They give me a breathing treatment...ahhhh albuterol. That helps open my lungs up a bit. Then he hands me 4 prescriptions. A nasal spray. Hydrocodon cough syrup. Augmentin. And a Proventil inhaler. Then he informs me all of this crap (all 130.00 dollars of it...even after dual insurance) is just to treat my symptoms and wipe out any possible bacterial infection I might have...otherwise I could probably count on being sick until baby gets here. My immune system is completely shit right now, and they can't help by giving it a boost with steroids at all. It's just an unfortunate circumstance of being sick while pregnant. In other words... "Suck it up. If you get sicker, come back." Boo! I have 80 days to go. I've already been sick for over 30. Hell, what's 80 more, right?