Cough Syrup & Lies!

Boyfriend is sick, I'm sick.  I suffered through a month of hell with an upper respiratory infection November through December; an infection that wanted to keep a strong hold on to me like it was hanging over the side of a cliff about to plummet to its death or likely to be dropped into a boiling vat of wax.  I finally shook the thing after getting two shots, one in each hip, at the same time (I believe I mentioned that in another post, Flossing and Fainting).  That was an experience to journal about and pass along to my grandkids (oh, wait, I don't have/want kids, so how am I going to get grandchildren exactly?  Can you adopt grandchildren?  Not saying I wanna, just curious...).

Anyway, as usual I'm whining.  To make matters worse I realized today that I'm going to be 41 next month.  Yup, that's right.  I'll be, officially, "in my 40s" which sucks.  This is making me think that perhaps I have no (or limited) control over my health now that I'm on my way to middle age.  God, I'm growing more depressed as I type.

What happened to the vim and umph of my youth?  As a kid I could walk around for days with a snotty nose, sniffles, watery eyes and that raspy cough (the one that as an adult makes me run like a bat out of hell when I hear it coming from a kid).  It took so much to knock me down and make me give up playing and take a spot on the couch or my bed, gulping down teaspoons of cough syrup.  Actually, I think that is why I refused to admit I was sick and feigned perfect health:  I didn't want to take the cough medicine.  Kids, your parents are lying to you when they tell you if you hold your nose and take it you won't taste it.  You will and it tastes like shit.

So, now that I've whined, I need to buck up and get over it.  Poseidon had to get two shots yesterday (he is much worse than I am this time), and he has to take 3 different meds, including a cough medicine, and he isn't whining.  I forgot to tell him to hold his nose when he takes it.

--Fortuitous Observer