In my last blog entry, I talked about my plan for not over eating myself into oblivion over the Christmas season. I had a plan that consisted of working out daily, eating healthy meals, writing every bite and only eating if I actually like the food.
Last Friday, on the first day of my Christmas holiday I woke up feeling terrible and it wasn’t long before I knew that I would be down with the plague for the next week. So as a result, my actual holiday eating looked like – coughing up a lung on a daily basis for a week, barely managing to eat between naps, trying to write down the food I did eat and then having trouble finding stuff to eat because I couldn’t taste or smell anything.
It was still a nice break – spending time with my hubby, snoozing on the couch, making Christmas dinner, playing with the dragons, watching the Doctor Who Christmas marathon AND getting to know AppleTV (Netlfix is awesome). AND on Saturday I watched an entire marathon of “Suits” which is my new favorite show.
I am so blessed to have a spouse that looked after me so well while I was sick. And I was really really sick! One night he applied Vicks to my chest, accompanied by the “Soft Kitty” song, as below, just in case you don’t know it:
Little ball of fur.
Purr, purr, purr
An hour later I was coughing so hard that I was crying – “I don’t wanna cough no more!” but I’m sure it sounded more like “IDON”TCOUGHWEEPWAHWANNACOUGHNOOOOMORE”. So he turned on the shower for me and stood there until I was done coughing and crying, and then helped me back to bed. For the last 9 days, despite the fact that he got even less sleep than I did, he has looked after me.
A few days later I tried to go to my doctor to get antibiotics because I just KNEW I was coming down with bronchitis and a sinus infection because this is what happens EVERY time I get a cold or the flu. I tried to get into my doctor, her clinic, and all the local medi-centres to no avail. I called the local medi-centre who told me that they were full up AND closing at 4:00pm and that I should go to the ER. Just freaking great.
So I hung out at the hospital for 6 hours – watching all the various people come and go. Little old ladies with wheelchairs (lots of them), prisoners with handcuffs and bound feet, babies who cried because they were so sick, and little girls who were clearly very sick but only their mom’s faces showed how bad it was.
All I wanted was antibiotics but I ended up in an ER room with a nebulizer full of tasty ventolin and some other gross tasting stuff, with a chaser of prednisone. I don’t know if you’ve ever had cause to take prednisone but its nasty stuff! One of the side effects, among many, is vivid dreams and nightmares. Having been exposed to this stuff before in a prior asthma attack, I wasn’t too excited about it. But there it was – me in the hospital with a nebulizer (see photo) and scary steroids.
Now my hubby doesn’t like hospitals, and really, who does? But he came as soon as he could to be at my side while I waited for the doctor to recheck me that tell me that I could go home. I didn’t think the nebulizer was a big deal but I guess I scared the crap out of my mom and my hubby when I sent them the photo of me getting my treatment. Hey, its boring in the hospital room and what else am I going to do for fun? My iPhone battery JUST made it until the end of the night.
I would have preferred not to be sick for my entire Christmas vacation, but I was, and I’m so glad that I had such an understanding and wonderful spouse to look after me! Its a few days later, I’ve finished my antibiotics and I’m feeling a bit better.
Now my hubby is sick, and he NEVER gets sick. I am going to try to look after him as well as he looked after me but he’s a much more patient person than me. And plus, I hate to be sexist but the MAN COLD really is 10x worse than any cold/flu I’ve ever had!
Ps. Puffs with Lotion are essential for preventing a sore red nose!