It was inevitable. You can’t live in as close proximity as us and get away with it.
Yep, Hubby has given it to me.
I am rarely ill, but when something hits, it’s like a sledgehammer.
Last night I had the coughing fit of all coughing fits…… could not get my breath or clear my airway, so panic set in and luckily Hubby was there to smash me on the back.
I ended up being propped up against the wall supported by all four pillows with vapour jar and toilet roll accessories, plus the occasional loving paw of the dog to let me know she was there to give me comfort.
I woke up with a sore neck and stiff back, but at least I’d managed to get some sleep.
It’s not Hubby’s fault, but I feel lousy.
This morning we went into town to replenish our supplies of various cold remedies.
With two of us taking them, they were running out almost as fast as my nose and his eyes were streaming.
I have always wondered why when your sinuses are bunged up thus making it difficult to breathe through your nose, it always manages to run/drip, no matter how many times you blow it. It’s always the side you’re NOT lying on too isn’t it, which makes no sense at all.
Having a cold is not a pretty sight.
Your eyes almost disappear into your head, the red light bulb which was formerly your nose frays (as does your top lip) and drips like a persistent tap, and you drool and salivate in abandon like some starving animal eying up a steak.
The wheezing in the chest would give any concertina bellows with a hole in it a run for the money, sneezing is violent, painful and affects the bladder, and too much paracetamol is one of the best laxatives on the planet.
BUT dear friends, there is a cloud to this silver lining……
We have had to postpone our dental checkups on Monday as it will be impossible to lie almost horizontal and not cough, splutter or sneeze all over her before she’s got her equipment out!