You know that little cough I didnít complain about yesterday? It turned into a big deal overnight. Every twenty minutes, just as I was falling asleep, Iíd get wracked by a coughing spell and then Iíd have to try to wind down again. Itís a miserable way to spend eight hours, but by early morning I had found a position that aggravated the cough a little less. Unfortunately, it was face down into the pillow, and I couldnít breathe when I did it.
I was hoping to feel better today, but mostly I just didnít. Mostly I felt lousy. I choose to call it a cold, for a couple of reasons. First, so I donít have to call the doctor, because thereís nothing the doctor can do for a cold. And second, I think itís prudent to be extra cautious about being around babies. If I have a cold, even if itís not a real one, I wonít be tempted to expose anyone to possible nasty germs. Because Iíd feel awful if anyone else felt as awful as I feel because of something I did.
The only time I didnít cough was while I was eating chicken noodle soup tonight. Sadly, it was the worst chicken noodle soup Iíve ever had, but the therapeutic effects still worked despite the rancid taste. I had to check the label, and sure enough, it was something called ďHealthy Request.Ē I donít know if it made me any healthier, but Iíd like to request a little flavor.