Sick sucks. Yes, I’ll say it again. Being sick really sucks. I have some long-term health issues that I have learned to pretty much deal with, but for the last two weeks I’ve had some new ailment that is kicking my tail.
After two weeks of two different anti-biotics, steroids, cough syrup, two types of inhaler and various forms of decongestants, I am still battling a cough and some respiratory issues. I even spent seven days at home, lying on the couch. Doing my best to sleep and rest. Turns out I was pretty good at that, but it didn’t help a whole lot. But when I went back to work, my boss at least thought my color was better. The blue tint was gone, and so was the uber paleness. They fluctuated. I felt awful, and do feel a little better, but … Well, I’m glad to be getting better, even if it is a slow process.
When I was young I had pneumonia twice, and every winter I would get bronchitis. I’m sure that’s what this is. The doctor kept listening to my lungs and said they were clear. He did say something about staving off another bout with pneumonia. I had a flu shot in October, and he ruled that out by sticking something up my nose. That was a bit uncomfortable.
The worst part, other than feeling lousy, was not being able to do anything. You’d think a couple of days off from work might be nice, but man, all I could do was lay on the couch. Couldn’t go out to enjoy the unseasonably warm weather. Missed the Christmas parade. And the choir cantata. Great way to spend the holiday season.
It occurs tome, on a reasonably frequent basis, that if this were the olden days I wouldn’t have made it very long. You pick the time period; I just wouldn’t have made it. Need glasses to see the wooly mammoth and sabre toothed tiger attacking you. Broken down body would have kept me from being a Roman soldier, or a feudal serf. The respiratory issues would have put me down as late as the mid twentieth century. I’m glad I live in an age of modern medicine.
I don’t like being sick. You might have guessed. And I try really hard to fight whatever I might be suffering from. Part of it’s because I just don’t want to give in to the darn thing. And part of it’s because I know that there are other people who are a lot worse off than me. And I see myself as fortunate.
To those of you who are suffering from serious illness I offer my prayers for your healing. And a suggestion that works for me: Keep fighting! Sick sucks. That’s part of my story. What’s yours? www.personalhistorywriter.com