So I'm finally over the flu after about four weeks (first two the worst, second two with a lingering cough). I call the doctor's office to see when it would be best to finally get my flu shot. I plan to go in a day or two, but wake up with a sore throat, cough and congestion, so off I go to the doctor's office to get it checked out. No, I don't have the flu again, but I do have post-viral bronchitis. Steroid shot - check. Antibiotic injection - check. Prescription for oral antibiotics - check. A few sessions with a nebulizer - check.
The next day, Andy complains of not feeling well. I know he's in rough shape because he actually lets me drive him to the doctor's office. In spite of getting a flu shot a while back, he now apparently has a different strain of the flu, complete with fatigue and a deep rough cough. So it's Tamiflu and an antibiotic for the slight wheeze in his chest. Sigh.
OK God, are we about done with this? How much can two senior citizens take?
Adding to our general malaise is the fact that it has rained for many days, accumulating more than two feet in the last six weeks or so and giving us days and days of overcast, grey skies. The high temperatures of a few weeks ago have plunged and bone-chilling dampness has taken its place. Every body of water in the area has overflowed its banks. Our yard is a spongy swamp and the dog is reluctant to get his delicate paws wet. Poor Noah had his much-anticipated trip to the pumpkin patch postponed, as well.
The sun finally came out today, lifting our spirits and drying the yard. We look forward to sunny, healthier days ahead.
I'm Chris Barabasz, retired from a 35-year career managing communications for health care development (that's fundraising for you civilians). I'm a wife, mother, grandmother and freelance writer. My husband Andy and I moved from Delaware to Texas to be closer to our daughters and three adorable grandchildren.