Did that title make the whole bronchitis thing any more fun? No? I didn’t think so.
I have been seriously miserable for almost a week. You in blog-land who have not had the dubious pleasure of hearing my “voice” cannot truly appreciate the misery. I sound bad and feel worse. This ratsnfratsn Death Cold – which has gone into my lungs – comes complete with fever and pastel boxes of Puffs (with Lotion!), causes me to sleep fitfully due to the coughing, and is seriously draining my pocketbook due to co-pays and missed days of work (unpaid since I used up all my sick days for the year in the first weeks of 2011).
I am not, of course, likening my sore throat and bronchitis to true hardships. I know how lucky I am better than that! I just wanted to have a little company for my misery. (It loves company.) And I figured I’d drop you a few lines because I am dreading lying back down. Even with the codeine cough syrup, I still hack like crazy when I am horizontal… and it hurts.
- I’m grateful! for health care. For the very nice guy who treated me at Kaiser today. For my friends and family.
- I’m lighter! by a whole box of kleenex. I went to the doctor, slept, and watched Glee with Quinland.