On the mend

I'm not the kind of person who takes medications or goes to the doctor when I know it's just a simple cold. I don't like putting things in my body that aren't really meant to be there. You know, like drugs and antibiotics and stuff.

Wine is different however. Oh, and beer, beer's okay too.

But this cold I've had has kicked my ass six ways from Sunday. I've never had anything like this hang on for as long as this one has.

So I finally broke down and called the doctor.

Well, me actually breaking down could be translated to the threat "get to the doctors or move out" as so eloquently stated by SG. Apparently my coughing and nose-blowing started to get to him and as such, well, yeah.

I called the doctor.

Told him of my sinus condition and the colour of mucous (use your imagination here people, it's bad enough I had to look at it, I'm certainly not going to relive it describing it to you). And about how the coughing was so bad that I was starting to see the beginnings of a "six pack" on my gut. He of course could not see me for weeks ~ love the healthcare ~ so opted to phone in a 'script for me so I could hopefully get better, albeit not diagnosed.

And... my wonderful health practioner decided to cover all the bases, seeing as it was sight and sound unseen, and well, yeah.

Horse pills have I. And two weeks worth of them too! Twice a day!!!!!

I can barely swallow what used to be a birth control pill. If your size challenged on that, think about a the size of a lentil bean.

Anyway, I'm choking (literally!) them down in the hopes that I will be able to once again laugh without losing a lung. Blow my nose and not sound like a freight train coming through a tunnel. I have a Ball to attend in about a week and a half and need to be healthy.

Yes, you read right... A Ball! As in fancy dress and dinner and dance and well, stuff... who knows what else.

I've never been to a Ball.

Ciao!