A Tale of Two Coughs....
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captainsblogNever mind that first part of the sentence; it's been the worst of times around here, at least when it comes to getting a good night's sleep.
It'll be three weeks tomorrow since I awoke to a sore throat and feeling generally crappy. I spent two of the first three ensuing workdays mostly out of the office, by which time I was hocking up major loogies and, I thought, getting over it. But then Le Cough arrived and still hasn't completely left. By the end of the following weekend, Eleanor was starting to feel badly as well, and we spent most of last week in a perpetual game of Dueling Coughs.
Other than the coughing jags through the day and night, I seemed okay; I got through several workouts and several heavy intense workdays, some with travel, without other issue. My goal was to hold out until two days ago, the scheduled followup visit with my MD from the change in my blood pressure meds. I kept that appointment; in a remarkable coincidence, about an hour before it, Eleanor texted me to ask to switch cars (Ziggy won't make it to her doctor's and back) because her coughing fits were causing her chest pains and she wanted them checked, stat.
I dropped what I was doing as soon as I could drop it and told her I'd bring my car to the store by 1:30. Then she reported that her doc in the Land of Far Far Away couldn't get her in that afternoon and that Eleanor would instead take the quick trip to a Doc-in-a-Box. And so it wound up that she and I both presented our near-identical symptoms at near-identical times a little over 48 hours ago.
Here's how THAT went:
Me: Checked in, subjected to a 45-minute wait (enough to lower my BP from seeing the Trumpernutter SUV in the parking lot- of course he was the old, fat, probable smoker), confirmed that my reading is a normal 112/78, had an actual stethoscope placed on my body over the coughing issue, and was diagnosed with the disease I once proposed to be recorded on my mother's tombstone:
Her: Almost simultaneously, Doc Innabox checked Eleanor's symptoms, ran a chest x-ray on her, immediately diagnosed pneumonia, and put her on meds and sent her home from work for two days.
I spent most of yesterday stewing about it, especially when the cough continued to be annoying and sleep-depriving. Then I woke up this morning, after my first cough-free night in two weeks, and headed off for a long, full, rich day. It was not cough-free, but has been significantly cough-reduced. Maybe the sumbitch is just a cold.
Ah, but there's one other variable. Since I had to leave well before 8 today and was up for animals right at 6, I elected to just stay up and left early enough for a proper breakfast on the way. This included the elixir of life; according to my sister and her longtime boyfriend (who had the recipe of the gods), there is no disease on earth that home fries cannot cure:
Honest to shit, this has been my best health day in three weeks. Much as I'd love to damn my doctor with a diagnosis he missed, I'll be just as happy taking the home-fry cure if it really works.
It'll be three weeks tomorrow since I awoke to a sore throat and feeling generally crappy. I spent two of the first three ensuing workdays mostly out of the office, by which time I was hocking up major loogies and, I thought, getting over it. But then Le Cough arrived and still hasn't completely left. By the end of the following weekend, Eleanor was starting to feel badly as well, and we spent most of last week in a perpetual game of Dueling Coughs.
Other than the coughing jags through the day and night, I seemed okay; I got through several workouts and several heavy intense workdays, some with travel, without other issue. My goal was to hold out until two days ago, the scheduled followup visit with my MD from the change in my blood pressure meds. I kept that appointment; in a remarkable coincidence, about an hour before it, Eleanor texted me to ask to switch cars (Ziggy won't make it to her doctor's and back) because her coughing fits were causing her chest pains and she wanted them checked, stat.
I dropped what I was doing as soon as I could drop it and told her I'd bring my car to the store by 1:30. Then she reported that her doc in the Land of Far Far Away couldn't get her in that afternoon and that Eleanor would instead take the quick trip to a Doc-in-a-Box. And so it wound up that she and I both presented our near-identical symptoms at near-identical times a little over 48 hours ago.
Here's how THAT went:
Me: Checked in, subjected to a 45-minute wait (enough to lower my BP from seeing the Trumpernutter SUV in the parking lot- of course he was the old, fat, probable smoker), confirmed that my reading is a normal 112/78, had an actual stethoscope placed on my body over the coughing issue, and was diagnosed with the disease I once proposed to be recorded on my mother's tombstone:
Her: Almost simultaneously, Doc Innabox checked Eleanor's symptoms, ran a chest x-ray on her, immediately diagnosed pneumonia, and put her on meds and sent her home from work for two days.
I spent most of yesterday stewing about it, especially when the cough continued to be annoying and sleep-depriving. Then I woke up this morning, after my first cough-free night in two weeks, and headed off for a long, full, rich day. It was not cough-free, but has been significantly cough-reduced. Maybe the sumbitch is just a cold.
Ah, but there's one other variable. Since I had to leave well before 8 today and was up for animals right at 6, I elected to just stay up and left early enough for a proper breakfast on the way. This included the elixir of life; according to my sister and her longtime boyfriend (who had the recipe of the gods), there is no disease on earth that home fries cannot cure:
Honest to shit, this has been my best health day in three weeks. Much as I'd love to damn my doctor with a diagnosis he missed, I'll be just as happy taking the home-fry cure if it really works.
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Date: 2016-10-22 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-10-22 10:32 pm (UTC)At least until you regenerate;)
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Date: 2016-10-23 09:42 am (UTC)At least until you regenerate;)
*snerk* I wanna be ginger.
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Date: 2016-10-22 10:29 pm (UTC)Fingers crossed that it is and stays just a cold. How is El doing now? *hugs for both of you*
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Date: 2016-10-22 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-22 10:48 pm (UTC)