I’ve not been to the YMCA since February 25, way too long. Remember Time for Timer and all those 80’s educational PSA’s? That line “My get up and go got up and went” kinda sums it up for me. I wish that simple hunka cheese I hanker for would cure me, but I’m afraid I have a virus that’s highly cheese-resistant.
I started feeling bad last week, over our anniversary weekend, and just haven’t bounced back yet. I’ve wanted to go swimming in the worst way, even have a new bathing suit I’ve been eager to try out, but I know the chlorine will be murder on my lungs. There’s some congestion in my head, but most of it has settled in my lungs. Monday, my chest was really tight and ached, nomatter how much expectorant I took, how much water I drank. I just wheezed and had to pee.
Yesterday, it was better, so I postponed calling the doctor’s office, thinking I was finally getting over this. Last night, though, I was again waking up gagging. Finally, I had a fit where I coughed so hard and for so long, I could hardly catch my breath. You sinus sufferers know when you get one of those awful post nasal drip tickles up at the back of your throat and you just can’t stop? Poor Howie thought I was going to keel over, and kept saying “Are you okay?!”. I couldn’t stop coughing long enough to tell him!
My lungs haven’t had the heaviness and pain today, just muscle soreness from coughing so hard last night. The headaches, malaise and dizziness are still here, though, and I just don’t feel like doing anything but sleeping. It’s probably the best thing I can do, though. I’m sure not good for anything requiring much thought (yeah, hahahahha, keep the comments to yourself, peanut gallery!).