It seems that every time, at least during winter, that I go see these people*, I return with a bad case of the ick. This year’s model: bronchitis.
Well, I think it’s bronchitis anyway, in that self-diagnosis sort of way. I have a bad phlegmy cough, and, now suddenly, a fever. The cough gets worse when I’m horizontal, disrupting my slepp, which is why I”m up at 4:49am (and, apparently, why I’m mistyping “sleep” and “I’m”). The fever hit tonight, as I was coming back from refilling my water glass. I shook so badly with the chills that I almost dropped the glass on the floor.
I called in sick for Wednesday, and it appears I’ll do the same today. I hate doing that. My company watches our sick time so closely that they’ll be on me like genital warts on a whore, even after only two days out, but what can I do?
I’ve had bronchitis before (officially diagnosed and everything), and it usually clears up in a week or so. Because it’s normally viral, antibiotics don’t work against it, so I’m not sure a doctor can do much other than to tell me what I know: rest up and stay hydrated.
I don’t want to stay in bed all day because as I said before, the cough gets worse when I’m horizontal, but I’ll prop up some pillows so I can sit up and read, and I’ll alternate between napping and sitting up with a book or the TV.
*The wise wife says we should visit in warmer months anyway, since it’s always cold and windy in Indiana during the winter and we’re always delayed by weather-related airport snafus. This ick is just another reason she’s so smarty.