I’m the kind of person that refuses to admit I am sick and
am notorious for blaming symptoms of illness on anything other than actual sickness. Obviously since I can’t even admit I am sick
in the first place, I don’t get treatment until I get to the point that I’m
completely miserable and making everyone around me miserable as well (once I
admit defeat I turn into a pathetic mess of whimpering, needy helplessness). I got to that point last week.
I spent at least a full week blaming my cough, headache,
and fatigue on the weather, the time change, the volume of the tv, the
brightness of the sun, and pretty much anything else I encountered with the
exception of the bug that had taken down at least three of my coworkers. But early last week, the congestion set in
and I ran out of excuses. So with my white
flag raised and my head feeling like it was about to pop I hit the cold and flu
aisle at the drugstore and got the medicine a coworker recommended. The first meds didn’t work as well as I hoped
and the congestion got worse so back to the store for something different.
After another day of increasing pressure and another box
of tissues I went back to the store for the heaviest thing they have: Mucinex D
Extra Strength. It was ridiculously
expensive for an over the counter cold med but so worth it. Not only did I start feeling better quickly
but I apparently really enjoyed the buzz as well, telling S that I felt fuzzy
like our cat and laughing hysterically at every joke in a movie we
watched. After taking it for two nights
and spending all of Saturday in a Mucinex induced haze I woke on Sunday feeling
better than I had in weeks.
All in all, I think I took four trips to the drugstore
and spent at least $50 on meds, tissues, cough drops, and orange juice. I can’t imagine how much this simple cold
would have cost me if I had gone to the doctor and gotten a prescription med as
well!
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