I haven’t posted in about a
week; hopefully I’m on the rebound, and can start getting out of the house
sometime in the coming week ahead.
Bronchitis: https://draxe.com/health/bronchitis-natural-remedies/
This past week I noticed
that my ‘get-up-and-go’ had pretty much dissipated: I was so tired, I was
falling asleep while standing up; and I was as weak as a newborn kitten. I had
aches and pains. I was light headed, I didn’t have a fever – but I was warmer
than usual and had clammy gooseflesh prickles. All I wanted to do was sleep –
and that’s basically what I was doing ‘round the clock.
When I was awake, all I did
was cough, wipe my runny nose, and attempt to pick up my dragging tail. My
throat was sore from all the coughing. My ribs ached with the coughing
activity.
I heard myself wheezing, and
I started hacking up/spitting foul-tasting, discolored loogies; I knew I
had a bronchial infection. I hoped asthma would stay in its own lane, and not
hitch a ride on the bronchial flareup. I can deal with one at a time, but
the two together would have been trying – and I didn’t want to pay a
visit to the local ER. Everything is being pigeonholed as covid: I refuse
that diagnosis for things I’ve suffered all my life: bronchitis and asthma.
So,
I just did what I’ve done all of my life: I rested. I drank water. I ate light (very
light, most days my stomach rebelled against food of any type). I read. I
watched movies. I did an occasional quick craft. I lost weight (yippie!).
Home Remedies for Adult Bronchitis: https://www.webmd.com/lung/home-remedies-bronchitis
I watched birds touch down
at the bird feeder outside the livingroom window – pretty trilling Rosy Finches,
shrill whistling Red-Winged Blackbirds, a tiny Hummingbird trying to find a way
through the window glass, little brown Wrens setting up house in the birdhouse
next to the feeder, a Steller Jay … a Mourning Dove, and a Robin.
And all around me, on every
side, are trees in full blossom. They may look nice; but they only compound my lung
ailments.
I miss my walks.
I miss being out-of-house.
I miss dinking around in the
garden area of my small, town, lot.
I miss visiting with people.
I miss the country drives I
enjoy doing on a weekly basis.
In short … I
miss my life’s basic routines
before Spring pollens and bronchitis hijacked my week.
