Sharing is not always caring. Especially when it comes to colds that make their way from schools and businesses or community locations to those at home and beyond.
Such was the unavoidable situation that roughly a month ago, my other half began coughing and took two days off from work to recover. Nowadays, he has a random cough, but otherwise is fully back to normal and doing well.
Yours truly however, never seems to contract just the run-of-the-mill cold. I am a begrudging magnet for anything starting as traditional ear/nose/throat condition. Not only do I attract these bugs just as infamously as I do mosquitos, but I somehow seem to amplify symptoms via the bronchial tubes or lungs that for everyone else were just running noses or sore throats. It’s been my lot ever since childhood and I don’t know why.
This time around, a cough that my husband had came to me and morphed into chest rattling fits that at night, sent me to sleeping in a guest room in the basement to ensure at least one of us got sleep. For the first two weeks of this, it was an effort to make it to the end of the work day, keeping things humming for my teams. Once offline, I’d throw a frozen box in the oven for dinner and we would collapse into bed. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
For the record, I always call my doctor when things reach my chest as that is my warning flag. But as far as I can tell, this is one of those bugs that is quick to hit and leave, but the cough will take a lifetime to fully exit stage left.
Slowly but surely, I’ve been on the up and up. Part of catching up was prioritizing my energy around just work and sleep, so I’ve taken a break from blogging too.
While I feel 99% normal, the final dregs of that cough are still around and I’m hoping it’s 100% gone in another week or so.
Has anyone else caught the crud floating around?
Wash those hands, hydrate, and get ample sleep, friends.
