I think this might be the world’s longest cold/flu/virus/whatever in the history of man, or at least in my life, but I *think* I am finally starting to come out of it. I came out of the doctor’s office on Monday morning without a magic pill to good health since it appeared to be viral and not a bacterial infection. The only thing you can do is ride it out, though I did get an rx for antibiotics just in case I wasn’t feeling better in 2 days. Bummer! Do you know what the doctor prescribed instead? Sleep, ha! Apparently my late-night sleeping ways, even through this sickness, might have been preventing me from recovering quicker. Aside from a night where I did sleep 12 hours, I kept up with my usual 2am bedtime, mostly because I didn’t feel drowsy until then, but especially because of this violent cough. So tonight I’m supposed to take a few teaspoons of some nasty cough medicine laced with codeine to help me sleep, yikes! I’m a bit nervous as a few of my friends say that it just knocks you out, but at this point I am desperate to try anything.
So if I had to get sick this year, I am really glad it happened now and grateful for small miracles. Grateful that it happened after our Valentine’s Day rush, grateful that my design workload was super light the past week so I didn’t deal with work stress, and grateful that our bathroom exhaust fan, usually so powerful that it sucks anything and everything out of the air, broke down the day I started getting sick which allowed the bathroom to steam like a sauna. I quite like when things align in your favor and sometimes you have to find the good to make it through the day.