If you’ve been wondering where all my Fat Camp stories have gone, you’ll have to look under the snot-filled snot globs of snotty snot that I keep coughing up every four seconds. Still.
I’m sure that I mentioned last Monday that I wasn’t feeling well so I left before nutrition ‘class’. I went to the
doctor Physician’s Assistant on Tuesday and she said that it was a good thing I came in…I was very close to pneumonia. I left with an antibiotic, a miniscule bottle of codeine syrup and (joy of joys) a xanax prescription refill. Whee!!! (Before you get all judgey, I filled the last xanax prescription in June of 2009. So there.) Since Tuesday, my ear filled up to just about bursting, I have coughed myself into a prolapsed uterus (almost), eaten my weight in carbs (daily), rediscovered nap time and I haven’t set foot in the gym.
Fail. By all accounts, fail.
Today is Sunday. We haven’t been out of the house since…forever. I am out of codeine. The z-pack ended yesterday. I haven’t had to crack out the xanax. The ear is mostly unstuffed thanks to an apple cider vinegar home remedy. And yet, the coughing continues. It is a cough that says “Wow, that’s annoying” which is marginally better than “Wow, you shouldn’t be out in public.”
I will return to Fat Camp tomorrow. Even if I have to bring an inhaler and wear a diaper. (Ever wonder what happens during a coughing fit after squeezing out three kids? Right. A diaper.) (Kidding) (Maybe)
Anyway, it will be entertaining I’m sure. I got winded trying to get the mail. Good times.