I am sick, Internet. I expect a great deal of sympathy and well wishes. I don’t do sick well. Really, I don’t. Ask Mr. Perfectly. He’ll tell you.
I have bronchitis. And fluid behind my ears, and according to the Nurse Practitioner, ALLLLOOOTTTT of drainage running down the back of my throat. I knew you’d want to know that. So you can feel SORRY for me, and not to think to yourself ‘ewwwwww’.
I am coughing and crackling in my chest. I don’t like to crackle in my chest. It keeps me awake. I can hear myself crackling, and it’s a) disgusting, and b) NOISY. She put me on a steroid pack. Apparently, according to my co-workers who are, like me, trained in family medicine, I won’t sleep for the next week, and I’ll eat everything for the next week. The eating thing? Not new for me, but the SLEEPING thing? Yeah. I like my sleep. I do not like to be interrupted from said sleep. So what is one to do? Crackle all night long and cough like your 65 year old Uncle that smokes cigars? Or take the steroids and not sleep. And eat.
Speaking of eating, we are having hamburgers and hot dogs for dinner tonight. From the grill. I do enjoy a grilled hot dog……..and even a burger on occasion. I’m really not a huge beef fan….or a pork fan for that matter. If I do eat a burger, I do not like the uber thick ones. It needs to be thin. As thin as possible. I like the middle to be barely pink, and the outside sort of charred and crispy. I know, I don’t ask for much in particular in the preparation of my food, huh?
Son #2’s new girlfriend is coming over for dinner tonight, so yippee. I can cough it up in front of her, too.
I spent a lazy weekend alternating between dozing in my chair and hacking up a lung. I’m certain I was pleasant to be around.
Well, since I’m not doing anything other than complain, I’ll let you off the hook in reading about my misery, and trying to be empathetic (if you are’T’ FAKE IT!!).
Toodles for now.