I'm Not a Very Good Sick Person

Chad would agree with that-too quickly-I might add. Yes, I'm a whiner and complainer. It' NOT fun being sick and there's no mistaking how I feel about it. Having a cold or flu always reminds me of those days in my childhood when I was asthmatic. So I guess that could explain why I revert to my childish or childlike behaviour whenever I start to cough and wheeze.

Since I've gotten sick, Chad has been trying to get me to drink lots orange juice. Which explains the gallon jug of Odwalla we got from Costco. My mom called me today and as soon as she heard my voice, she said, "No oranges or milk or fried food or anything cold!" Logically I know oranges are supposed to be good for me, but experience tells me to listen to my mother.

Both Chad and I have had a few rough nights of sleep because of my cough. On top of that, Chad's saying that I've started to snore. LOUD! Gasp! Poor Chad. I guess it makes sense because of the congestion I'm feeling in my chest, making me gasp for air. I feel guilty about waking Chad up "n" times in one night but Chad has really been sweet about it. I wonder how many of our neighbours I'm keeping awake. Just a few weeks ago, Chad and I were knocking at our young neighbours' door at about 3 am in the morning because we could hear every word being said in their condo. They were having a little party. It was so loud, there was no way we could sleep and so we decided to ask them nicely to keep it down.

I will continue making rice porridge with lots of ginger, avoid milk and citrus fruits, drink lots of water, continue to use my Beclo-asma inhaler and get better soon or WE may soon be getting that knock at OUR door.