Ding! Ding! Ding! And the Winner is:


Friday afternoon I got in to see the doctor.  I knew something was wrong with my chest – besides the fact that it kept making me pee! After several rounds of questions and some pokes and prods, she pronounced my diagnosis as bronchitis.  She said I would get a steroid shot, some antibiotics, cough syrup and prescription cough pearls.  Oh, and an inhaler.  Okay.  Sure.

First off, I’ve never had bronchitis, but I can deal with that.  I’ve also never had a steroid shot, but how bad can it be?


The nurse comes in, has me shift my pants to expose my hip, grabs a wad of fat and goes “Okay, here comes a little pinch.”

I so got this!

“Now here comes the medicine, it might sting a little”

Okay, yeah, there is a small sting – but I’m one tough cookie!

A band-aid, quick adjustment of my pants and I was out of there.  It wasn’t until I was following the nurse out of the exam room that it hit me!  As I told my Facebook friends “I grabbed my butt and gave the nurse a dirty look!”  Now it stung! All of the sudden, I wasn’t such a big girl anymore!


I ran to Wal-Mart to pick up my meds and do the grocery shopping and about half way through it hit me.  I have a lingering cough and Mr. T has a lingering cough… I was just diagnosed with bronchitis… hummm.  I whipped out my phone and placed a call to Mr. T’s doctor.  No, they won’t just call in a script (I knew they wouldn’t, but I had to give it a shot.) but they could fit us in Saturday morning at 9:30 am.

I finished shopping, made it home and unloaded the groceries.  I was utterly exhausted.  I checked work emails and sent up a prayer of thanks that the sub sandwich in the deli had called my name and that I didn’t have to fix dinner!

Mr. T and I made it to his doctor appointment this morning.  Guess what? He has bronchitis, too.

I know, you didn’t see that coming, did you?


Back to Wal-Mart to get his meds.  And some ingredients for a soup that just sounded great.  Then over to mom and dad’s to help them load up Lee’s old TV that weighs 200 pounds. That might be an exaggeration, but not by much!  Mom said that she’d make my soup for me and dad could bring it over later.  Sign me up!  Yes please! Thank you mom and dad!

Home to eat lunch, take a nap and then dad brought over the soup and some yummy cheesy garlic bread for dinner.  It was so nice not to have to worry about cooking dinner and just be able to rest!  The coughing part is horrible, but the fatigue that is attached to this illness might actually be the death of me!


So, we are taking our meds and tomorrow is a new day! Plus, after church we’ve decided that it won’t wear us out too much to go see The Hobbit! We’ve been trying to see it since opening weekend, but time has been working against us!  Not tomorrow!  We’ll order some lunch and let them bring it to us while we sit back for 3 hours and just enjoy!