A couple of posts ago, I wrote an angry letter to the cold that was infecting my little Pea. I made some serious threats, including the use of antibiotics and acetaminophen, in an attempt to bully the cold into leaving my little girl alone.
I have good news to report! Not long after I made my threats, Pea’s cold did in fact leave and we hope it will be a long time before it dares return.
That said, I have to hand it to that bug. While it left Pea alone, it seems to have launched a counter-attack against yours truly and if I am being honest, I am crying uncle and sending my apologies.
Here’s the story. Last Friday, I felt a little tickle in my throat. I did what I could to pump up on preventatives, like vitamin C and such. Unfortunately, it was all for nothing. By Sunday night, the cold was in full attack mode and I was losing the battle in a big way.
It gets worse.
On Monday of this week, I started a new job. I was forced to meet dozens of new colleagues while holding a bunch of Kleenex in one hand and a pack of Cepacol’s in the other.
It gets worse.
Because I had been blowing my nose so much, and because our house is extremely dry at the best of times, my nose started to bleed at work on Monday afternoon.
It gets worse.
As I am frantically trying to get my nose cleaned up just enough to run to the bathroom, a new colleague stops by to introduce himself and I am forced to explain why I can’t look him in the eye before I dash off to the bathroom. I am positive that he now thinks I am a huge a-hole.
As it stands, very few of my colleagues are taking the time to stop by and chat… not that I am creating the most appealing environment for people to enter into with a cough every 2 minutes and a nose-blow every 5 minutes.
So, to the cold that I so viciously threatened last week, I’d like to call a truce. You win. I give up.
Well played, cold. Well played.
I just got over the flu. It started with a headache and not feeling well. The next day, I had a stuffy nose with sinus congestion and drip. The day after that, I was so thirsty. I kept drinking and drinking and couldn’t figure out what was going on. Then, it moved to my throat. My throat was so sore, all I could get down was ice cream. Then, the body aches came. My bones hurt clear down into my legs. I got so sick that I couldn’t get up for three days. I wondered if I was going to succumb to this. It was difficult to breathe. I’d wake up and then sort of try and sit up. I was running a fever of 102. I have not been this sick since the 80s. It took three days before I could even get up. It was difficult to even walk to the bathroom or kitchen. Now it is in my bronchial area. I still have the cough, which hurts when I cough. This was for a week. This one scared me. That is why I am writing about it here. I think now that I will consider getting the flu shot. I have never taken the shot before.
Yes Shawn you may have to get used to it. As you have a young child now and every cold/flu season, the Doctor informed me, that it is a common occurence that they will get at least 10-20 colds every season. GAH! Let me just say as a mom of a 4 & 2 yr old, I have only about 20 hours of sick time left right now! 🙂
Getting sick from what your kids bring home has everything to do with being a father! Ah, the joys of parenting.
Btw, I am sure that your colleagues are more concerned with self-preservation than anything. Once you are feeling better I am sure the friendly visits will start up again.
And yes, I know this has nothing to do with being a father… but I figured you’d like to know what a foot in the mouth looks like.