After a night of wonderful drug-induced, cough-free sleep, I felt ever so much better this morning. A little sluggish and lethargic, but better. That Nyquil stuff is natureís perfect remedy. Thereís nothing that can be wrong with you that it wonít cure. I even rub it on insect bites and wash out ear wax with it.
Itís possible I hallucinated this, but I think the Boss gave me a raise today. No, it really happened, because I already did the math to see how much of my augmented salary Iíd get to keep, and itís almost worth it. It wonít pay off all the credit card debt I had to incur just to keep from going under, but it might keep me from borrowing again. And thatís worth something.
When I was at the pharmacy buying cough syrup and a big bag of Hallís drops this morning, the clerk gave me a big, cheery ďHow are you?Ē I forced myself to lie to her. ďDoiní all right,Ē I said, when what I wanted to say was, ďI hope you never get what Iíve had for the last two days. And how are you?Ē Itís hard not to be a little snarky when youíre hacking through a jungle of snot.
The recovery isnít complete. The later it got, the easier it was to remember how far I have to go yet. Iím still not ready for company, and itís not time for me to hold the baby yet. If thereís a reason Iím taking better care of myself than usual this time, thatís it. When my turn comes, I donít want to be contagious. Infectious, maybe, but not transmittable. I am, after all, still coughing. Just not as frequently or frantically.