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Warning: This Post Is Kind Of Gross

I’m sick.

I’ve been sick for five days now.

It started with lethargy and a cough that sent fumes that smelled like cauliflower into my nasal cavity.  I had eaten no cauliflower.  The cough became more severe and very productive.

Then came the sniffles, which led to a lot of sneezing in addition to the coughing.  I’m a very noisy sick person.

Before I knew it sniffling was no longer possible as the mucus in my sinuses had become thick globules of snot that refused to be blown out by force.  That doesn’t mean I didn’t try, which attempts put me in fear of blowing my eyeballs out of their sockets.

There was a fever early on, but it never was over 100°.  At least it put some roses in my cheeks.  My temperature got back to normal after a couple of days with the help of some fever-reducing blue pills.  I also took some antihistamine, but that didn’t do much except convince me it was keeping that gunky stuff locked in my sinuses, which I want extinguished as soon as possible.

The exertion caused by the coughing and sneezing started making my back, chest and stomach muscles ache, and soon I couldn’t do either without bending over from simple muscle pain.

My head is still clogged, which has led to a throbbing sensation at the base of my nose between the eyes, a severe loss of hearing, and a slight bit of dizziness.

Fortunately, I’ve had Husby to look after me.  He leaves me alone when I want to be left alone.  He feeds me when I’m hungry.  He doesn’t dry heave when I make all the sick noises I tend to make.  He knows exactly how to make things as good as they can be short of waving a magic wand and making it all go away.

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I’m still coughing and sneezing, but not as much as when this nightmare began.  My head is stuffed with what seems like a bowl of thick ass-pick aspic my mother-in-law used to make – slimy, gelatinous, and so very distasteful.  I’m deaf as a post and have to walk with a wide gait to prevent from tipping over for dizziness.

Today Husby woke up coughing and feeling unrested after a full night’s sleep.  As the day is wearing on he feels more listless and is coughing more.

The care-giving torch is being passed.  It’s time for me to buck up.

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Pity Me

Last Thursday I wrote an e-mail to Ruthie, confirming our monthly Dive Night date for the following evening.  Husby and I picked out a place and were all ready for another evening with our adventurous friends.  Ruthie regretted to say that she was coming down with something and didn’t want to risk passing it on to us.

Of course we were disappointed and hoped Ruthie would be on the mend quickly.  On the other hand, I figured I could get some extra things done Friday evening when we would otherwise be out hobnobbing with the other Dive diners.

I started my early-off-of-the-day-job Friday out with a bang.  I did some cleaning around the house, including a bit of spring cleaning involving heaving lifting and a lot of bending.  By noon I had a funny feeling in my throat and I was coughing.  I attributed that to all the dust I stirred up.  By 3:00 I was feeling stuffy in the nose.  By 7:00 p.m. I was officially miserable.

The disappointment I felt for not being able to go out for dive night shifted into deep gratitude that I was in my own house not having to wrangle my free-flowing nose juice in public.  I hoped Ruthie wasn’t feeling as badly as I was, for about a minute.  Then all compassion for anyone by myself left and it was all about me, me, me and how I was going to get my next breath of air through all the mucus in my throat and nose.

Saturday was really bad, because not only was I feeling miserable, Husby had caught the bug too.  There we were, two pitiful people sitting around barely able to help ourselves.  We managed to get a meal of chicken and rice soup together (from a can, of course) which was as close to heaven as we both could have gotten.  It felt so warm going down, and a little jello along with it felt nice a cool.

Sunday was just as lazy after a night of little sleep.  Neither Husby nor I could muster up enough energy to even heat up a can of chicken soup.  We were getting worse, or so it seemed.  Jimmy John’s to the rescue.

There wasn’t much going on at the Auntie B’s Wax World Headquarters this past weekend.  All I felt like doing was staring, with my bulging eyes protruding from the pressure of enormous amounts of thick, stagnant snot building up behind them.

It’s only a cold, I keep telling myself as my rib cage aches from coughing, sneezing and nose-blowing.  It can’t last more than a week, can it?

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