Today I shall complain in a verbose way
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I will be complaining today about every little thing that bugs me. You’ve been warned.
Okay, I’m sick. I have a cold that is so much more than a mere cold. I wish it were more in a bacterial sense, because our doctors are Nazis about giving out antibiotics. There are signs everywhere that explain how bacteria is becoming resistant to antibiotics because of whiners. So don’t even think about bullying your doctor into prescribing anything.
So I never go to the doctor when I’m sick anymore. Unless I can say my mucous has been the color of Shrek for a good ten days. That’s the key over there. And even then they’re kinda stingy with the drugs. I mention this because I did not sleep well at all last night (hence the tired low top) because all I did was dream about using my Netti Pot to clear the mucous from my nose! I dreamt about my plugged nose. All. Night. Long. That’s a first, people.
Side note on the netti pot. She looks sexy, doesn’t she? Mine doesn’t look so much like a pipe, as it does in that picture, mine looks more like a narrow tea pot — the kind in fairy tales where you rub the side and a genie appears to grant three wishes. And I have to hide my netti pot from my kids so they don’t have a tea party with it.
However, that picture is an accurate representation of how the netti pot is used. And my children find it fascinating to watch me use mine over the sink. Now before you pass judgment, let me say my nose is so plugged I am feeling desperate enough to use this contraption.
I know, you all thought I was this slick chick who never gets sick. If you cut me, I will bleed. I’m just human and my nose does get plugged.
Okay, enough of my sexy netti pot. I know, you’re jealous. It’s okay. Just work through the jealousy.
I did get up a couple of times to blow said nose. That offered roughly two minutes of relief. I am trying to turn over a new leaf regarding medication, so it’s really amazing that I considered and acted upon this thought this morning. I actually took a pill to relieve my symptoms. It doesn’t ever occur to me to take anything for a cold or for pain.
That’s sort of my life motto, if you haven’t guessed by now. I gut it out. I just expect to have to gut it out and so when my back hurts I live with it for a while. Until whatever is bothering me hurts enough that I have to slow down when I walk. Then I will casually mention to Mr. C, in passing mind you, that my back is really screaming today.
For the first ten years of our marriage he would actually ask me, “Did you take any Ibuprofen?”
“No,” was always the answer.
In the last three years, his answer has been to silently get two pills and a glass of water and hand it to me.
It’s funny because even though I now realize that I can take OTC medicine and it will actually help, that hasn’t changed my mind set. It’s not like I am actively shunning the medicine. It simply does not occur to me that there is help out there.
It’s not like I think, hmm, I could take Ibuprofen and my back would feel better, but I’d rather not. Instead the though process sort of goes like this.
Auuggghh. Damn, my back hurts when I breathe. Ugh, that sucks. Where’s the baby? What the?! She’s playing in the toilet again. (walks up stairs and winces at each step) Damn, my back is killing me. Why does the baby insist on pulling a sheet of Kleenex out of the box, agitating it in the toilet, and repeating the process until 35 tissues are clogging the toilet? Damn, my back is killing me. Let’s take a bath Emily.
So I get side tracked and then it doesn’t even register that there is relief sitting inside of a bottle in our cabinets. But when I do take something I am consistently amazed that medicine works. It really is amazing when you think about it. There are pills that take the pain away. You swallow one and about 15 minutes later you can walk upright and not grunt at every step. Wow, that’s amazing.
What will science come up with next?
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