My Dad paid me a nice compliment this morning. I might have been more appreciative if I didn’t get the text message at ‘0:crack of dawn – thirty’ but it was still a nice compliment. He sent me a message saying “You need to send this blog address to everyone you know. It should be required reading”. See! That’s nice isn’t it? I didn’t even have to pay or bribe him. Of course he knows I haven’t been feeling well.
I’m practicing to be the ‘girl with the worst immune system’. Anyone with a cold or flu virus within a 50-mile radius of me will inevitably infect me with their creepy crawlies and snotty-ness. I first became a recipient of this ‘bug’ at the beginning of this month. I thought it was just stress and lack of sleep so I did the appropriate thing and ventured down to my local Wal-Mart and proceeded to buy them out of any and every cold/flu medicine they had.
In addition to my self-medicating I paid the pharmacy for my Vitamin D caps that I have to take. Side note – they cost more than the narcotics that were prescribed to me when I gave myself whiplash. What is that? So I can go throw myself down a snowy hill and get pain meds for $4, but if my body is lacking a vital nutrient, I have to pay $51? How does that work? Sorry – off topic.
Anyhow, I loaded up on Actifed, Tylenol Sinus, Airborne, Echinacea, NyQuil and OJ. Another side note – NONE of these things work. I ended up letting the cold ride its course and I started feeling better. Well on Monday my sore throat surfaced again. I didn’t do my workout because I thought if I took a day off and let my body rest, I would feel better.
By Thursday, I woke up to my already large tonsils swollen and raw and I could feel this tightness in my chest. My fiancé asked me what was wrong – only because I was whining and caring on like a baby – and I said, “This isn’t good, my throat hurts worse and I feel like I’m getting a chest cold.” He says to me “Well have you been taking the Actifed to dry you up? It sounds like what you had previously may have drained and is now in your chest.” I coughed and cleared my throat and said “No. I took some Tylenol Sinus when I woke up and I took some Echinacea – I should probably take some Airborne too.” He gave me this dumbfounded look and said “Tylenol Sinus? Why are you taking Tylenol Sinus? It says Sinus on it when you have sinus pain. That’s not going to help you. That’s like taking Tylenol Ass for sore boobs!” I love him.
I’m worse this morning. I can’t hear, it feels like I have earplugs in my ears, I’m losing my voice and I swear there is a golf ball stuck in my throat. (Insert pathetic cough and moaning).
So back to my original statement of my Dad paying me a compliment, it’s the small things that make me feel like I’m doing something right. I may not be able to kick this colds ass, but I can write about it, and feel good knowing that someone is enjoying my whiny, and sometimes-monotonous rants.