This is the fourth time in the past three months that I've been sick. And once again, I question the whole concept of "sickness strengthens the immune system." This theory is totally lost on me. I was sick as a child. I'm sick as an adult. Infact, most of the time I get even sicker than my children.
So where the heck is my immunity?!
This past Monday, it got so bad with the fever and hacking cough, that I thought for sure I had pneumonia. Turns out I don't. Just an extremely stubborn case of bronchitis. But it's prevented me from doing much exercise. Or anything else for that matter. Except eat chicken soup by the gallon and clutch mug after mug of hot tea and honey. All of my business trips and meetings have been scrapped and I've been shuffling around the house with a box of Kleenex under my arm.
Earlier this week I ran out to a doctor's appointment. Charlie asked me to pick up something for him at Home Depot on the way home, which was easy enough since I was planning to stop at Target which was in the same vicinity. But when I swung by Target, I had a coughing fit while standing in the cleaning aisle debating what would best clean the floor around the toilet.
Fanstastik? Oxy Clean? Scrubbing Bubbles?
It started as a little tickle.
But then, my windpipe closed and I started gasping for air, between hacks.
Tears were streaming down my face and at one point, I saw stars. I grabbed a hold of my cart and stumbled over to the paper good aisles where I spotted a box of tissue that I ripped open. Then I turned my cart and made my way to the medicine aisle where I ripped open a bag of cough drops. Then, I spun my cart around and rushed over to the grocery section where I grabbed a bottle of lemonade that I cracked open and chugged, right there in the store. Then I said a little prayer of thanks that I went to Target first as opposed to Home Depot because I might have dropped dead in the lumber aisle.
Last night, I took the cough medicine my doctor prescribed which is something with codeine. I went to bed at around 11:00 PM and Charlie nudged me awake this morning at 10:00. Not once between 11:00 and 10:00 did I open my eyes. I must not have moved during the night because when I woke up, I was in the same exact position as when I went to sleep. Propped up on a pillow with the book "Three Cups of Tea" opened to the first page.
Because ... ha ha ... I thought I'd start reading it last night before I went to sleep. But all I remember is getting in to bed, picking up the book and looking at the cover. And then, the codeine must have kicked in.
That codeine is some powerful stuff. But now I need to know some other powerful stuff that I can take to help me proactively combat illness for the rest of the year. I'm not willing to resign myself to the fact that with four little ones at home, colds and flus are a part of life. Since the whole Zicam anosmia fiasco, I've stopped using what I thought was a tried and true bullet against illness. Now, I'm eating an apple every day and drinking lots of water and washing my hands all the time. But what else?
What else can I possibly do?
Please tell me, what are you doing to stay healthy?
And more importantly ... is it working?
*******In other news, I just happened to catch this story on CNN. Here's more on their noble cause.
All I can say is what remarkable young women. To be so young and to do so much good ... they are an inspiration. These are the stories that give me so much hope about the goodness in our world and our future generations. These are the kind of good deeds that I want for our children to hear about and embrace as they grow older. So tomorrow, I'll be sharing with our five-year-olds what other young people are doing to help the world and I'll do my best to explain what I know about Rwanda.
Which according to my cousin, a famous Boston comedian, is right next to Rwalter.