After my Thanksgiving bout, my gizzard and upper chest felt like they were on fire. When I’d cough, I sounded like a very low-voiced large dog. I wondered if I might have whooping cough.
Hoping for some sleep—it wasn’t going to happen. I got up and grabbed some cough drops out of the linen cabinet. My teeth would never be labeled as “pretty” or even “good”. My oldest sister ruined some of hers with cough drops but, durn it! I was going to sail off to the Land of Nod by way of Ricola.
They did quiet my cough as long as the syrup was trickling down my throat. My dreams were strange. Several men were there with large pictures of assorted subjects. They were helping me cover each one with a coating of dissolved cough drops.
My sleep was not at all restful. I’d go fitfully from cough drop to cough drop, finally consuming a total of four. I guess that wasn’t too bad, considering.
When I got up, I felt like I’d been drug through a knot-hole. There was a multitude of things that needed to be done but I did next to none of them. Twinkle would wobble over and get in some coveted lap time.
Dr. Pulmonologist has been urging me to get a wedge for the head of my bed. I haven’t yet convinced myself that it will help and am a bit skeptical, especially since I sleep on a waterbed. However, I finally settled this onethat won’t break the bank. In my searching, I also found The Complete Idiot’s Guide to the Acid Reflux Dietand did a “look inside”.
I didn’t glean a lot from doing that except the author does encourage sleeping on the left side. That’s no problem for me. I like sleeping on my side.
Late in the evening, I went in and took a long, relaxing bath (another bit of advice in the book). When I got out of the tub, I could hardly navigate so I made my way to the bed, took up a left-sided position and closed my eyes. It was my intention to rest for a few minutes, get up and feed Twinkle and whatever else had to be done. I woke an hour and a half later after the soundest sleep I’d had in a long time. That’s when I took care of The Chores and went back to bed.
Cuz came by this morning. I gave her the three coupons for Taco Bell that I don’t foresee my ever using. They expire the end of next month (also known as the end of the year).
I still haven’t felt good today. I’d told the bulletin secretary I wouldn’t be at church so no one was expecting me. I knew who the speaker was so I could watch the video at home and repeat if necessary. It was Part Two of Breakthrough.
Twinkle occupied my lap a lot today but she doesn’t get up as quickly as I need her to at times. I’ve had some near-accidents.
The Cat isn’t eating any better. She licks up the gravy and leaves the meat tidbits. I’ve ordered some of the food that she used to love that I can’t find locally. Maybe that will inspire her.
My head feels like a large basketball. I wish I had some hope that this would get better and, even better, be in the past. The prognosis isn’t that good, though. Maybe someday…