I finally broke down and went to the doctor yesterday. Six weeks of off-and-on illness sent me over the edge.
And the fact I was almost out of my prescription codeine-laced cough medicine.
Desperate times, desperate measures.
My cough was so bad I started to worry I had bronchitis but turns out it’s just the flu and a killer sinus infection. The cough was a result of all the drippage. Allegedly. I’ve been so stuffed up I don’t know how any drippage is possible. Or, in the doc’s words as she looked up my nostril:
“Geez, I can’t see up there at all. No wonder you can’t breathe!”
Validation is important at the doctor’s office.
I came home with hard-core antibiotics, couch medicine, nasal spray and a new outlook on life (albeit a fuzzy one due to all the drugs).
For those not aware, I have some pretty bad nose problems over the years. I even have a couple of failed surgeries under my belt, which resulted in a hole in my deviated septum. As a result, I blow my nose all day long, even when I’m not sick (this makes me totally endearing to my beloved James.)
When I am sick, I debate taking out stock in Kleenex.
My snot could make me a very rich woman.
The doc and I also discussed returning to get some blood work done so we can figure out what I’m deficient in and why I somehow catch every infection floating around Colorado.
I told this to my neighbor Steve who was watching Bode while I was at the doctor’s office.
“Yeah, it could be that,” he asserted, “Or may you should learn how to take it easy every now and then.
I wonder if there’s a cure for that, too.
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 