I thought for sure that I would wake up feeling better this morning. Instead, this cold has settled into my chest like a bucket of wet cement. Outside, it's icy and miserable, but I intend to stay in and drink soup and take NyQuil, and get rid of this once and for all... or at least get better to the point where I am not constantly praying for a soft place to lay down and sleep.
When I called work, the line was down. I called Mama Jane to find that there is no power at the office, so I would have had the day off anyway.
All my life, it seems that I have gotten sicker and stayed sick longer than most people. It's a definite plus to be in the medical profession now, where the extent of an illness and its contagion potential are realized, even if it's "just" a cold. This is beginning to feel like the illness that usually plagues me during the week of Christmas; a regular cold that sinks to my chest, worsens by a factor of 10, and stays there a while. Somehow or other, I end up with an ear infection as well, and I can feel that coming on as I type this. Generally, it's the sickest I get all year, but at least I know how to care for it.
I am blessed today to have my husband home. He is feeling much better, so I have a soup chef! I am going to stay in bed for a while under two big comforters and be thankful that I don't have to go anywhere.
No comments:
Post a Comment