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In one of
this life's big ironies, I came down with my first real illness of the
year just before the first day of spring.
So instead
of taking my doggie, Una, for leisurely walks in the increasingly warming
sun, I've languished at home, sniffling and coughing. The simplest tasks
have exhausted me, and laughing produces a bout of cough convulsions.
Fun, fun,
fun. Oh, happy spring!
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After mistakenly
overdoing it with the Robotussin DM the first night, which produced euphoria
combined with pretty colors when I closed my eyes, but which kept me up
half the night, I've been rigorously sticking to the recommended dosages,
administering exactly the minimum amount at 4- to 6-hour intervals, addressing
any in-between coughing fits with herbal cough drops.
Cough drops,
I've learned, are also best in moderation. Extended periods of sucking
on cough drops have made my gums sore, so that now I'm reluctant to take
them unless absolutely necessary.
A dose of
Sudafed (also kept to minimum dosage levels) helps address the sinus congestion
I've experienced, and for the first two days I also was taking minimum
dosages of pain medicine, to cope with aching in my jaw and sinus passages.
Every morning,
when we awake, The Gryphon says optimistically, "You're sounding
better." Usually, I believe this is true, at least initially. Then
I realize that it's simply a matter of swapping yesterday's symptoms for
new ones. Today, about five days after the symptoms started, I've exchanged
a congested chest and throat for a general feeling of exhaustion and occasional
bouts of coughing.
Hopefully,
I'll be well enough by Wednesday morning to take Una for the booster shot
I had to reschedule from Thursday, being too ill to take her. I figured
it's bad enough to have her barking in the waiting room without me coughing
and snorfling like an extra on ER.
Una, whose
nickname is Nurse Dog for her constant attentive care, is exhausted from
following me around, being concerned about me. If Una had opposable thumbs,
she'd be checking my temperature and putting hot washcloths on my forehead,
I'm sure of it. She has been remarkably understanding about the lack of
walks and, instead, has been making her services available as living teddy
bear, happy to take naps with me or cuddle on the couch when I watch movies.
The Gryphon
watched Dreamgirls with me Saturday, which we both enjoyed, and
last night I watched a DVD that The White Rabbit had lent me months ago:
Animusic, which pairs electronic music with 3D animated instruments.
I also watched the original Stargate movie, in preparation for
borrowing the first Stargate series from The Paper, as I've decided
it's time to find out why all my friends keep gushing about it.
If all goes
well, The Gryphon will leave work a touch early tonight to make us dinner,
because a grocery store trip this morning took so much out of me that
the prospect of cooking feels doubly daunting. I've told him not to worry
if he can't leave early, because I'll just eat something light to tide
myself over until he returns.
I've picked
up a few valuable insights over the last several days:
- Sometimes
even a Type A person like myself has to take some time off.
- The Gryphon
makes the most delicious oatmeal I've ever tasted (with golden raisins
and just the right amount of brown sugar).
- I shouldn't
be afraid to ask for help.
- Always
follow recommended dosages.
- Grocery
shopping when you're recovering from illness can be frustrating (every
aisle, it seemed, I had to negotiate around obstacles, and to top it
off, I got the slowest cashier since that old guy on the Carol Burnett
Show, who forgot to take off my coupons, forcing me to wait in another
line at the help desk for reimbursement).
- Cats
like it when you're sick, because you don't mind petting them for long,
long hours.
- Dogs,
on the other hand, worry every time you cough.
- I am
loved and very lucky.
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