Well, I’m feeling better. For the approximately ten minutes after I awake and before I get out of bed, that is. As soon as I stand up, the coughing begins anew. Ick. On the advice of my brother and most of my friends, I went to the doctor yesterday. As I suspected, I have a cold. I couldn’t see my internist, as he had no appointments available, so I saw another of the doctors in his practice. He sent two prescriptions to the pharmacy without telling me what they were, but told me they were for cough and my congested lungs. Well, the cough medicine is benzonatate (commonly called tussalon perles) and I’ve found them to be maybe slightly helpful. The other med is sudafed, which I cannot take because, with my thryroid disease, it causes my heart to beat wildly. I guess he missed the thyroid med on my list, but then I guess the pharmacy should have caught that. Oh well, at least it wasn’t expensive. Good thing I picked up the two-pack of Robitussin while I ran into Costco for some staples as I was waiting for the prescriptions to be filled. I had no milk, eggs, dog treats, yogurt, and was almost out of coffee. Not, mind you, that I’ve felt like eating anything, but I have managed to sip down a cup of coffee each morning.
Ozzie has been the best dog through this whole thing. You all know how he loves to play ball and go for walks. Well, I can’t manage either right now. I nearly had to nap in the parking lot yesterday after I got out of the doctor’s office. It was all too much for me. Anyway, Ozzie has just been here next to me, napping, licking my face, being my little nurse. I think that I will muster the strength to take him for at least a short walk today or out to the back yard to toss the ball. He deserves some fun and, even though I feel like crap, I’m sick of the view from the couch or my bedroom. Maybe cabin fever is a sign I’m finally getting well?