I finally broke down and went to the doctor this morning and was diagnosed with an upper respiratory infection. I think I’ve had it for about a month now, since I had a cold back in June.
The thing was that unlike previous bouts with bronchitis, I haven’t been coughing constantly. Just four or five times a day I have a long asthmatic-type coughing fit. What finally convinced me to get it checked out was when it began interfering with Sophia’s sleep…. I’d just get her to fall asleep and then I’d start hacking and I’d have to begin the whole process of soothing her again. By which time I’d be wide awake and unable to fall asleep.
Now at least I’m getting it treated with antibiotics and should be getting back to better health. Why am I so stubborn? Why do I hate going to the doctor so much? Why does it take me so long to take care of myself?
But the girls had a nice visit with their cousins while I went to the doctor and then we stayed for lunch, came home late for naps and had a troubled afternoon. When we finally did sleep, we slept until after five. Just in time to get up for dinner with daddy, say goodbye as he left for a meeting at church and then back to bed. Which is where I should be going…. Goodnight, sweet ladies….Goodnight.