Monday Morning Musings - How I Almost Died And Ruined Christmas For My Children Forever

Well, last nights storm was really a let down. No drama. At all. Hardly anything I would categorize as a storm. It's a good thing, really.

I was so excited to wake up this morning. The start of a brand spankin' new week. A week much much better than its predecessor. I don't remember having any coughing fits last night. I was able to sleep in my own bed in a semi reclining position. All last week I was sleeping on the couch in the living room because I had to sleep sitting straight up, or I felt like someone was sitting on my chest and I could only take little tiny shallow breaths, and the corner of our sectional provided 2 good high sides to support me.

Most of last week is one cough laced blur. I do remember very clearly almost killing myself. My nights on the couch were not pleasant. I had coughing attacks all night long. And darn me I have this thing about taking cough medicine. I can't and won't do it. I kept falling asleep with cough drops in my mouth. At one point on one of the nights I felt a big cough coming on so I sat up to brace myself. I sucked in to start the cough and WHOOP! That cough drop sucked itself right down my wind pipe. For a split second I thought, "So this is how it ends. Me out here on the couch, alone, a cough drop blocking any chance of taking another breath, and my poor children will wake up and find my cold dead body when they come down in the morning to turn on the lights on the Christmas Tree." But just as fast as I thought that, I coughed and POW! Out came the lozenge and I lived to see another day. And my children will not be destined to have gruesome flashbacks for the rest of their lives every time they see a Christmas tree.

By the time I made the decision to go to the doctor it was Wednesday night and I could see that there was no hope of my getting better on my own. It was kinda like when I was in labor with Zac for 9 1/2 hours without an epidural and by the time I decided that I was not going to be able to get the kid out naturally, I wanted the epidural right then. Because it was physically impossible for me to endure one more contraction. But dang that anesthesiologist who seemed to take his own sweet time getting there. I was the same with the doctor. By Wednesday night I thought it was physically impossible for me to endure one more coughing spasm. So I decided I would call and make an appointment to go in to the doctor first thing Thursday morning. Then Thursday morning happened. And I was unable to find a doctors office open. So I had to wait until Friday. The doctor said she thinks I have bronchitis. Surprise. I had figured as much by then. I am feeling so much better today. Not 100%, but so much better than last week.

The kids started getting sick the other day, but their illnesses seemed to have a shorter duration. They rested up with their 2 days off of school due to the winds and loss of power at the school, plus the 2 weekend days, and they were good to go to school today.

My mom and Lauren just took Addy to see the Muppet Movie they have been promising her they would take her to see. Steve is at work. So I am home alone in a quite peaceful house. Yeah right. Lauren's dog Eli is here and he is being anything but quite a the moment.

You know what its like when you get home from a trip and you have all this catching up and unpacking to do. Yeah that's where I am, only add a weeks worth of catching up because I didn't get anything done last week. I still haven't unpacked my suitcase. I'm not complaining though. I am just glad to be on the mend.

Now if I can just find a way to get that darn Direct TV guy out here before Wednesday to get my satellite fixed, all would be right with my world....