You’ve got just about everything.” That was the tagline from an old television commercial.
I have been blessed with amazingly good health. Oh, I get my share of colds, and when regularly teaching, I would struggle with my annual “back-to-school” sore throat, and my Christmastime laryngitis. However, I have all my original organs, and have only had a couple of very, very minor surgeries. You know… wisdom teeth removed (thanks, Dad!), a mole cut out here and there, and an arthroscopic knee surgery back in the 80’s. Yes, I am blessed.
I guess my essentially good health is the reason that I was knocked for a loop the last three weeks when I developed a pretty wicked case of bronchitis. At first, I thought I had allergies. The pollen is like the driven snow this time of year. The congestion escalated, though. Then the dry, but croupy cough came on, leaving me sore and weak. A few nights were exhausting, and I finally dragged myself to the walk-in clinic two Tuesdays ago, to get an official diagnosis, some antibiotics, and a killer cough syrup. I love modern medicine.
I allowed myself total isolation and complete couch-rest, and slept as if I had been fighting insomnia for months. My little Hattie-dog didn’t get walked, and she was the perfect nurse dog, lying beside me all the while. I’d “nap” for three hours a couple of times a day, and then succumb to twelve hour sleep-filled nights.
I am still recovering, but I have resumed most of my daily activities. I knew I was on the mend, when I was able to walk the dog and go for a full day without a snooze. I didn’t appreciate my good health, until I didn’t have it. I am glad it only took an upper respiratory infection to remind me of my greatest gift.