Poopy, pukey... And where's my voice?

Originally posted in February 14, 2011.

I must have caught a cold on Saturday. Just as I had almost recovered from last month's Flu. I was feeling a bit under the weather, but I figured it's nothing a decent sweaty work out can't fix. So, that's what I had on Tuesday. When I came home from work I was actually feeling worse, but I figured I put some food in my body, do the dishes and take it easy the rest of the evening. Only... I puked up dinner, and decided to leave the dishes in favor of several hours of extra sleep.
The next morning I woke up feeling dizzy, and between getting out of bed and getting dressed for work I manage to puke and poop as if it was nobody's business. It was like déjà vu to me; after allowing myself two sick days (early January) I went back to work all poopy and pukey. I decided to call in sick. I call off my doctor's appointment - postponing it till Friday.
Mom dropped by with chicken soup and anti cough syrup, and after doing my dishes she went back home. (She later told me she got sick with the Flu the next day.) I spent the day mostly sleeping. (And barfing.) As well as the next day.
My brother's visiting, and he drove me to the doctor the next day, who - after I tell him I have been retching and barfing up food way too much - prescribed me asthma meds and codeine (cough suppressants). My brother also helps me get some much needed groceries. I'm wiped after that, so I went back to bed. Even though I understand it takes a little time for the meds to kick in, I can't help but feel very disappointed when the excessive coughing, the retching and the puking continues. Trust me; the taste of bile gets real old real fast. Not to mention the fact that it has an overpowering taste, so no matter how often one brushes their teeth after barfing, the taste lingers.
Saturday rolled around, and I'm glad I didn't get tickets to a conference I had planned on attending: I wouldn't be able to do so in the shape I was in. The coughing lessened, and I haven't been barfing as much either. Having said that, it would be nice to not wake up in the middle of the night to rush the bathroom to puke your guts out. (That's what I've been doing the past several nights - several times a night.)
Despite the meds I still have trouble keeping in what little food I ingest. And for the past couple of days I at least try to have a decent dinner - even though I know I'll probably barf it back up. Earlier today I was talking to my brother and suddenly noticed the sound of my voice: one of the possible side effects of the asthma meds is hoarseness. And that's exactly how I sounded like; like I was about to lose my voice. Great.