I got up yesterday — my birthday — with a pounding upper respiratory infection that didn’t allow me to swallow, or breath with any skill. I am an old hand at respiratory issues (I have a tinge of asthma), but I let my husband (thanks, Frank), talk to me into going to the urgent care facility near my house, and he drove me, too.
I got medicine, laid down to nap, woke up to watch a movie, took another nap, was driven out for my complimentary lobster roll, and came back to sleep some more. It wasn’t the birthday I’d intended, but it certainly was restful.
I hope you can say the same about your yesterday.
So sorry to hear it! Hope the antibiotics kick in fast and you feel better real soon.
I hope so, too. I am heading out for a radio show (more on that later) and once again, my voice sounds like my brother, Dan’s. He has a nice voice, but it isn’t mine.
Dang. Get better quick, and hope you have a rain-check on that paddle.
So…did I catch this crud from you?
That’s some nasty crud if it can get through the interwebs like that…
Wait — why do I have my first cold in a long time? I am VERY cranky about this — I don’t have time for it!
This is my second summer cold and I hate it. Sorry if I shared. No more shared spittle bowls, I guess is the take-away from all this.