I decided to “go lie down” last Sunday after feeling terrible with a bad cold. No big deal. I figured I would feel better in a day or two. Or three. Four. Five. Six!
Today was the first day that I got up, dressed, and stayed awake almost the entire day. Before this, I spent much of my time coughing to the point that I was sure I was choking. If I didn’t lose weight from all the coughing I have done, I would be totally surprised. My abs have definitely tightened up a bit with all the “activity”.
When I spoke to Carly on Friday evening, she wondered aloud if I might have Bronchitis. I discounted this, but as I thought about it the next day, I realized she might be right. I have not felt this sick since before Ben was born. I was sick an entire ten weeks before he was born. He was taken C-Section, as I had a terrible pain in my side the day he was born; the doctors verified Ben was in distress and he was taken. Poor fellow was feverish upon birth and needed to be cooled! Meanwhile, I was being administered morphine and who knows what antibiotics. It took a couple of days before I finally came round….(I shan’t go into how if I would have had an ounce of strength in my body at that time, I surely would have lobbed an object at the mouthy nurse who looked at my sorrowfull state and asked, Oh, a smoker?)
I began taking a round of antibiotics yesterday and the difference between “before and after” has been extreme and like day and night. Although I have a ways to go, I am feeling some strength coming back into my body. Whereas each day last week it was a chore to rise off the bed to even use the bathroom, today I actually cooked a meal and made fresh rolls.
Needless to say, it is good to be back amongst the living!