Yesterday I woke up, brushed my teeth and my hair and then on my way out of the bathroom suddenly struck with the realization that I had not been horrified at my own reflection in the mirror. The good news is that I no longer look I have been bobbing for apples in a bucket of zinc oxide. I got my color back. So glad that this aspect of this virus from hell has passed.
I am hoping that the next side effect of RSV/bronchiolitis that leaves me is my smoky Kathleen Turner with laryngitis voice. Today while downstairs I needed help while attempting to sign Josh up for a college tour online so I phoned him from downstairs and when I turn off the phone the husband asked me if I had phoned Josh from the very same house and in my loudest whisper voice I told him “don’t you understand that this is my scream ?”
Concerned friends have been calling and texting. Pretty much they can’t believe they’ve gone in entire week in the woods without seeing me. They can’t believe I’m still sick. I can’t believe I’m still sick. I’m not as sick as I was last Saturday when I went to the emergency room but I still feel like crap and I still need to sleep all day and it’s still hard to breathe if I’m pretty much doing anything other than lying in bed.
This sucks.
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