Last night was misery - I’ve had a really bad cough for several weeks now, which my doctor suspected was bronchitis. He thought I was at the end of it a few weeks ago, gave me a scrip for some cough medicine, and sent me on my way. The stuff worked, I was getting better, then on my flight back from Reno Tuesday it all came rushing back. I was coughing again, just as bad as before. It’s not really gotten much better since then.
I took some cold medicine at work and felt like I was going to pass out immediately, even though they were pills of the non-drowsy variety. I came home, took a nap, brought my parents to the airport to go see my brother, and decided a trip to Urgent Care on the way home would be in order.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No… that’s why I’m at Urgent Care."
They were booked solid, so no care for me last night. I came home, made some eggs, watched a documentary, and went to sleep. I woke up feeling great this morning, but the cough is slowly sneaking back in to my world.
Cleaning up might help, its a little dusty in here. I think I might do that, see if I can feel any better. If I’m doing well by noon, I’m taking off to Eau Claire to hang out with and Carissa and to learn some .
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