I wasn’t feeling ill, just a little tired, which in almost two months has not happened at all. I definitely felt a little *off*.
Tuesday morning I woke up with what felt like a frog in my throat, and I had some discomfort swallowing.
By later that day I was feeling very tired, I was developing a cough, and my throat continued to hurt.
Any illness on my part is a serious thing. The reason for such watchful somberness is that I don’t get sick, I get ill enough to be hospitalized. I’m either well without a hint of illness, or I’m in the hospital. There hasn’t been an in between for me, where I would get just a little cold. No, I get full blown pneumonia in just a few short days to one week.
Because this is the first time I’ve had a simple cold in two years, I need to pay attention to my lungs. I go down hill very quickly, and yet my hope is that for the first time in nine years, I will just experience a simple cold without it turning for the worst. That would be an absolute miracle for me, and I’ve said it before in other posts, I’m a walking miracle.
I have some sniffles although I don’t have post nasal drip. I am coughing up yucky stuff, but I have had no tightness or wheezing at ALL in my chest. Usually by this point in any illness, I’m on the nebulizer with abuterol. I have my machine near by, but I haven’t needed it…not even at night.
I do have energy, although it’s not full energy. That part is driving me right up a wall! I have to force myself to stay in bed or at least be inactive and rest.
No fever has developed, and I only have watery eyes, a moderate cough, sore throat that feels like it’s going away and that’s about it.
My hope is that this is as bad as it gets! With the energy I have right now (after I finish this post) I’m gonna make a new batch of soup. I’ve got chicken bones simmering and I’m ready to add all the fresh veggies to the pot. I’ve also stepped up the amount of fermented cod liver oil I take and I’m now taking 2 1/2 tsp until my cold subsides. It couldn’t hurt!
Simmi has been my constant companion throughout the day, hanging out in bed with me as we watch some sort of Disney movie or other show. Here’s what we’ve watched so far:
- The Fox and the Hound
- Lady and the Tramp
- The Rescuers
- The Rescuers Down Under
- Beverly Hills Chihuahua 2 (not my favorite, and no, not a Disney LOL)
- Shaun the Sheep
- The Lorax
- The Tale of Despereaux
- All Dogs Go to Heaven
Yes it has been a full-on movie marathon experience. She’s so cute though, and each time I’d cough, for whatever reason she’ll take out her pad and crayon pretending to write, “Oooo, mama cough again. She has a stick in her froke (throat).” Then she’ll put the crayon down and say, “you go to the dakas now? (doctor’s)” and I’d say no. I wonder if she remembers two years ago when I came out of the hospital and I had to monitor my blood pressure by writing it down every few hours.
Anyway, so far I’m doing rather well. If I can keep it this way, I’ll be beside myself with joy. It’ll be a huge relief for my family also. Every so often I’ll take a deep cleansing breath, wondering if I’m going to start wheezing, but I don’t. And at that moment, my little constant companion at my side will write down on her pad, “okay, mama breeved…good!”
It’s very possible that Simmi remembers my last bout of pneumonia and how sick I was. I was on so many medications that I had to write everything down to make sure I didn’t forget (I was heavily drugged half the time), I had to go back and forth to the doctor, and I was monitoring my out of control blood pressure. I was a mess! I think that even though Simmi couldn’t quite express what she was feeling and seeing, she remembered it, and now she’s replaying it with new words and expressions. I couldn’t imagine what that must have been like for her. When a little one can’t ask questions, but has LOTS of questions, all a small child can do is observe. I think she’s finally able to ask questions of me, took mental notes two years ago and is now expressing her thoughts and maybe even her fears.
I’m so thankful for how she continues to develop empathy and thoughtfulness towards others, and as she breaks through with new speech, I lay in bed with her at my side knowing that she is the best medicine a person could ever need during cold. She is pure joy, love and happiness. I feel so blessed.