I am so thankful for prescription antibiotics and cough
medicine. You may remember from last week’s post that I survived a near death
experience. Little did I know I would
relapse. I had a few days of significant
improvement, and just when I thought my life expectancy had returned to normal
it happened again. This time it started
with a cough on Sunday. A cough with the
power of a gale force wind. I asked Ole
Jus if my gale cough kept him awake at night. He said I didn’t cough after
10:30pm, which just goes to show his incredible concern and attentive
nature. Ten days after my first doctor
visit I was back. The sinus infection was cleared up, the bronchitis was a
fresh new illness…hooray! It appears
that I am on the mend…again…however only time will tell.
In an attempt to self-medicate prior to my decision to
incorporate an actual doctor into the mix, I scoured the drug store for some cough
medicine strong enough to combat the hurricane spewing forth through my
esophagus every 2.4 seconds. It seems at some point over the last few years
someone decided that most consumers prefer cough medicines that are of the
non-drowsy variety. This new development has upset me. When I am coughing my
head off so ferociously it requires medication I’m likely up for a good
nap. Maybe for the working individual
non-drowsy is the way to go, but what about the sick stay at home mom hoping
for a little sedation? You’ll be thrilled to know that my doctor visit solved
my problem. The medicine bottle reads, “Use care when operating a vehicle,
vessel or machine.” While refraining from operating my “vessel” for a few days
will be rough, this is just what I needed.
Sneezing is another more pleasant symptom of my recent
ailments. Who doesn’t love a good sneeze?
What baffles me is the volume and vibrancy of different people’s
sneezes. Some people sound like you
might have stepped on a small mouse accompanied by a minor facial twitch (this
is how Cassie does it). When I sneeze my arms flail, I look like a head banger
in a rock band, it sounds like a rifle going off and I sometimes pee myself a
little. I feel like it’s a gift that
some just weren’t born with. The gift of a discreet sneeze.
In other news, I find it incredibly ironic that Justin has
not been assigned any food items for any of our Thanksgiving feasts this
week. Let me get this straight…the
master chef in our household is taking the day off…on Thanksgiving Day?!?! I’ll cook dressing. I’ve purchased rolls from the Hawaiian
people. I have also bought cranberry
sauce from the fine people at Ocean Spray.
I’ll also make a new recipe for potatoes from Pinterest which bear the
title Funeral Potatoes…I don’t even
know what to think about that, but let’s hope no one kicks the bucket from my
cooking…FROM THIS SIDE OF THIRTY.
