I'm giving you fair warning. If you don't want to read about my being sick, then just move on and read another blog today. I won't mind.
Well, on Tuesday, after I finished my blog post for the day, I called my doctor's office to see if he could prescribe something to stop the coughing. Nope, not gonna happen. He wanted to see me so he said that he will tell the girls out front to set up a chest x-ray at the hospital and that I was to get it done NOW, and then report to his office ASAP. I did and it wasn't good. I have a bad case of bronchitis. He gave me a 5 day Z-Pac (antibiotics)and an inhaler to help with the breathing.
I'm on my second day of my antibiotics and only used my inhaler six times now. The burning sensation in my bronchial tubes is almost gone and the coughing is down to a minimum except for at night, so I know I'm getting better.
On a brighter side, I did manage to get a prescrition to legally kill David for giving me his cold on Thanksgiving morning. The bad thing is, no one will fill it for me.
