Sudafed, I take it all back...

So I saw the doctor yesterday.
I have bronchitis and a sinus infection.
She gave me three kinds of drugs.
I am just sitting here waiting for them to kick in.
There is something for the congestion, some antibiotics and some cough syrup with codeine. But that one is only for right before bed.
And I think I know why.
I had some CRAZY dreams last night.
And it was a weird sleep pattern, too.
I woke up several times, but the short periods of sleep felt long. I would fall asleep and wake up an hour later, but it felt like it was hours later.
And I wish I could remember all the dreams.
I have never really been able to have that dream recall.
I just remember thinking, as I was drifting in and out, that the dreams were wild.
Anyway, I am home again today.
I have been working since I was 17 and I have never taken two sick days in a row.
Oh yeah, and thank goodness for health insurance. I paid $20 for my co-pay and $36 total for my drugs.
I don't use it often, but when I need it, I am glad it is there. The lady in line in front of me had no insurance and was paying more than $100 for one prescription.
Yikes!

Sudafed? I laugh in the face of Sudafed!

Man, I just cannot seem to shake this cold-flu thing I have had since last week.
I first started feeling puny, as my mom would say, last Wednesday.
It started with chills and nausea that turned my stomach upside down and inside out. I had to leave work early and head for the safety of my bed.
Thursday started with fever, body aches and a massive headache.
Finally, by Friday, I thought I was coming out of it, even though I could not get warm.
Then Saturday I was blessed with a sore throat and the start of a hacking cough.
Sunday brought congestion, a wetter and more disgusting version of the cough.
By Monday I was completely miserable and spent most of the day on the couch.
I even slept with a box of tissues on the pillow next to me.
Today: cough and congestion; sneezing and sniffling.
Through it all I have been exhausted. Just bone-tired. Some of that I attribute to the illness, some to the fact that work has been a beast lately.

It was bad. And I knew that if I did not peel myself off the couch at some point Monday, I would really feel worse in the long run.

So I forced myself to get up. I thought maybe if I moved a little I would generate some energy within myself.

And for the first couple of hours it worked.

I made dinner. The manfriend was even brave enough to come over and share it with me. Baked salmon with dill and lemon juice, sauteed baby zucchini and a mushroom-sage bread pudding that I made up from memories of a great restaurant dish I have had a couple times.

It was great. It was a lovely dinner. I like to make a nice dinner on my faux Sunday night. It feels like a good way to cap the weekend and a good way to head into the new week.

But soon after eating, my eyes started to itch and the sneezing kicked in with a vengeance. I had been sitting too long. The energy was gone.

Poor manfriend. I think he gave me this illness, because he was feeling puny last week (though never as bad as I have had it). But I do hope that I do not pass back this horrid mutation of it that I seem to have.

Anyway, I am off to have another cup of tea and some wheat toast.

Then, yes, I have to try to work up enough energy to go to work. As long as they don't expect me to be pretty today, I might make it through the shift.

Yeah, it is beautiful here today

I am currently sitting outside with my new computer.

I love this. I just got done adding a wine find to All That and She Cooks, Too.

And I am doing it while enjoying the spring-like temperatures and sunny blue sky.

Some days I do feel so fortunate to live where I live.