So today I was still sick, and like a responsible human
who has been threatened by her husband if she doesn’t call the damn doctor already I called my doctor and went in to chat with her about this little problem where it’s become difficult to breathe, lately. To her credit, my doctor was a little alarmed about that.
As I sat there and bemoaned the fact that I have really been working really hard on getting fit this year, I’ve lost weight and started exercising regularly and STILL I seem to get sick all the time… she looked at her computer and looked at me and helpfully offered, “You should get a flu shot. Only, not today. Once you’re not sick anymore.” She was not even trying to be ironic. I think.
Anyway, it was determined that my asthma has gone rogue and maybe I have an infection on top of that and here, take these meds and oh by the way, I gave you this cough medicine before, do you still have some? I couldn’t remember if I did.
So she gave me that prescription along with the others and said, “Check to see if you still have some at home. If you do, great. If not, you can go fill this one.” I thanked her and went on my way. Then I went to the pharmacy for my Prednisone, because you KNOW how I love Prednisone! (Expect a fun week from me once I stop sleeping!)
I came home and found the prescription cough medicine. The bottle was full. I remember thinking: Huh, that’s weird. I wonder why I filled this and then didn’t take it. Oh, well. I took the cough medicine and sat back down at my desk to work.
That lasted about 40 minutes, at which time my prior experience with said Cough Medicine of Doom came rushing back to me. The last time she gave me that medicine, I took it, and then became REALLY REALLY SICK. So, like the bright gal that I am, I stopped taking it, but put it back in my medicine cabinet. So that I could take it again today. And get sick again.
(Good news! This time I threw it away!)
Anyway, it was a verrrrry looooong day, because the only thing better than not being able to breathe very well is not being able to breathe very well AND feeling like the room is spinning and throwing up your toenails is the next logical course of action. You’re welcome.
Eventually everyone came home, and I found myself swarmed on the bed by my family, and of course the dog has been keeping watch over me all day, as she does. With first one child and then the other and even my husband invading her space, though, Licorice decided it was of the UTMOST importance that she stand on my chest and insert her tongue into my sinuses as often as possible.
Chickadee watched her and declared, “Dog neti!”
Otto lit up and added, “Neti puppy!”
As soon as I feel like I can get out of bed, I’m trademarking that. It’s sure to be the next big craze, bigger even than the Chia Pet. Because who doesn’t want Licorice to come lick out their nose? It’s just good medicine!
Happy slightly late Love Thursday, everyone. I hope you have a neti puppy. Or whatever else makes you smile on a crummy day.