I'm not dying. I just feel like I am. It's called "A Bad Cold." What a dumb name. Have you ever heard anybody say, "I have a good cold?" Me neither. I had an appointment today with my new doctor. Her name is Dr. Wu. (I resist the urge to say, "Wu who?" She holds my life in her hands.) She noticed my BAD cold. I mentioned that i am trying to keep from passing it to Debbie. Her violent asthma attacks would just love to get a hold of this bug. The doc suggested we sleep in separate rooms for now. Great idea. Maybe we can just hang a sheet down the middle of our one room and hose it down with Lysol.
So in celebration of what feels like the end of my life but in reality is just my coughing up two lungs and anything else that connects to them ... here is a picture of today's lake. It's out there ... somewhere.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
There is not such thing as a "good cold"
Posted by Ron at 2/05/2008 12:14:00 PM
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What a bummer you finally get Debbie their with you and you are sick. Get well soon. I heard that you are suppose to put Vick's on the bottoms of your feet and put on socks before you go to bed and it will keep you from coughing.
Barb :)
Definitely do the VapoRub on the bottom of your feet and put socks on...I won't claim it's a miracle cure for a cold/cough, but it does help (for kids and grownups, too!).
If it is any consolation to you...that picture looks EXACTLY like the view I had of the St. Louis Arch when I drove by the other day.
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