I suspect that I died, in a previous lifetime or two by choking or drowning. I have great respect for dark water and would rather NOT be out on it, at night. The cruise I took doesn't count, that was a floating sky scraper. Zeus used to try to get me to go out in the sailboat at night, nope, can't do it. My anxiety level hit overdrive, if the shoreline disappeared.
I remember once taking a canoe out by myself. I proudly stroked my way around Lake Monona only to come up on some children, playing in the water, as my canoe glided next to them. Apparently, I feel safe and proud in knee deep water.
These coughing spasms are nasty. When the sinus cavities fill up suddenly and I start to cough I can't catch my breath. I actually start to panic. Logic tells me I'm not to go cash in the chips over this but the rest of my body and brain aren't listening. It's THE END. It's OVER.
My life doesn't flash before my eyes probably because I'm tearing up from the effort of trying to breathe. After three of these episodes this morning I asked Zeus to take me to the Urgent Care.
There I was handed a mask, told to keep it on and join the other masked people in the waiting room. Long story short I'm on an antibiotic "just in case" there is a secondary infection. The doctor seemed concerned that this was into the eight day. I was also told to drink more water.
The prescription wasn't ready when we drove through the drive up but a pleasant little girl told us to " go, go enjoy your lunch". We did, managing to scarf down some Mexican food at Taco Bell. My appetite certainly hasn't been affected by this head cold.
Another exciting day in the neighborhood. I should be back to my "perfect" self in about four days. Well, my practically perfect self. I have tons of laundry to fold while Zeus and I watch Seven Pounds, which arrived in my mailbox today.
I hope you all have a wonderful evening and a creative rest of the weekend. :)Bea