The cold I've been struggling with for the past week has really gotten me down. While the sore throat is pretty much gone, this nasty cough persists. As long as I don't talk or exert myself by walking from one room to another, I'm okay. Once I start talking or moving around at all I start coughing and my voice goes all croaky. It is not a pretty sight. Even Nicky is giving me my space.
Yesterday at church was fun! At the first service I had to run out of the sanctuary right before communion due to a coughing fit. The second service wasn't much better. I made it through communion, but dashed out of the back of the sanctuary just after. I ran into the bathroom where I practically coughed up a lung. When I emerged from the bathroom ~ tears streaming down my face, robe still on ~ church was just letting out. I think I scared a few people.
Gary went out in the afternoon to get me some heavy duty drugs to break up the congestion, suppress the cough and help me sleep. I'm doing a little better today, but have decided to stay in, for the most part. Hopefully some rest will get me back on my feet.
Days like this (did I mention it is bitterly cold outside as well?) it helps to remember our vacation. Here is a picture from our stop in Jamaica. In Jamaica we hit the shops, ate authentic jerk chicken and visited a statue of Bob Marley. Look at the sun, purple flowers and beautiful palm trees.
Oh well... for now I will work on my sermon on the couch with my box of tissues while I drink tea and eat cough drops. Ach-ooooo!