JavaJennifer

I average 2 colds a year; one in the fall when the leaves go from vibrant hues to dry and colorless and another in the winter when there are still too many days of sub 40 degree weather ahead. 

There is a 24 hour window when I first get a cold, before it gets into my lungs where I’m optimistic.  Maybe… I won’t get that sick this time.  Maybe, the Zicam and vitamin C will kick in.  Then on the 25th hour, my lung gives a heave and I start making tracks to the local ER for a breathing treatment where some 2nd year resident named  sends me for a chest X-Ray.  “I don’t care what it costs,” I’ll  tell him as he comes at me with Albuterol, “hit me with the Xopenex.”

I was completely immobile this weekend, moving from the couch to the bed.   I sent all calls to voice mail because talking aggravates my cough. I’ll work from home for most of the day summoning enough energy to make it into the city later on to give a presentation I don’t much care the outcome.  And force myself to sit through one of several company dinners planned for the week.

Approaching the 25th hour, sick enough to sofa surf but not quite sick enough to point the EOS toward the ER, the taste of my inhaler mixing poorly with my coffee.

JavaJennifer can take a lot… except bad coffee.

Tags: Asthma

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