Yep, that's what the doctor said today. And I gotta say it's amazing to me that since being diagnosed at about 11:00 am this morning, that I have felt about 25% worse than I did before. I think that mentally I had been in a place of telling myself I could kick this thing, and at any moment I'd be back to normal. But as I drove the 40 minute drive to Walter Reed this morning I felt a tiredness that was deep. I was wishing for gum to keep me awake on my drive. So I really should have known this was something more.
My husband said to me last night that there was a good chance that there would be nothing the doctor could do for my cough. Nothing can be done to cure a virus. So obviously I had to text him with the news as soon as possible. I also informed him later that he would be doing some laundry for me tonight. I am running out of underwear. As it turns out extreme bouts of coughing makes me leak. Too much information? Sorry- I have been told I have no filter before. Now it appears that is true in more than one way.
When the doctor told me it was pretty advanced I mentioned that my husband is also a physician and that I had asked him to listen to my lungs earlier in the week, but that he forgot to bring home his stethoscope. Then we made small talk about how the cobbler's kids never have shoes. My dad was a dentist and I had to beg him to pull my wisdom teeth for me. He kept saying it could wait until there was a last minute hole in his schedule. But I took note that when the neighbor down the street needed some work he was happy to take care of him right away. Yes, I was a poor neglected dentist's kid. I cried into my waterbed every night. It was terrible- all those waterskiing trips to Lake Powell didn't really make up for those neglected 3rd molars. Sigh!
And now it would seem that after all those years of support I have offered to my husband during med-school and residency (not to mention the year I slaved away with him during fellowship), that I still can't get the man to listen to the crackle inside my chest. It's a good thing he'll have a chance to make it up to me. Fresh squeezed OJ for breakfast is on the menu for tomorrow I'm thinking.