Colds…
I woke up this morning (6a) having trouble breathing because of my stopped up nose and sore throat. I quickly decided that I had a cold and got out of bed, as lying down was inconsistent with my ability to breath (the lack of which, to paraphrase my Atlanta surgeon, Dr. Sarmiento, is incompatible with life). I got up and ambled downstairs and actually spent a little time playing with the Wii that MaryBeth and I got the kids (you see, we had the thought that, using the Wii and Wii Fit, our kids would be able to play video games and be active at the same time — apparently my oldest son, however, has perfected the ability to play these games while sitting in a chair, somewhat defeating the purpose).
In the midst of my rocking out to Guitar Hero, I began to think about my being sick. I am presuming that I am far enough away from my chemo treatment a week and a half ago that my immune system is strong enough to fight off the infection. I will be monitoring my temperature just to make sure I don’t develop a fever (which, I’ve been told is a bad thing). Interestingly, this is the first time since my diagnosis that I have gotten “sick” and I have to say, that I am surprised that, when I stopped to think about it, I got a little freaked out. I’m not really worried that I’ll develop pneumonia or some such, but I have been thinking about it more today than I had previously.
Cold notwithstanding, the only real issue I continue to deal with is my complacency. You see, I have been forgetting to take my enzymes at mealtimes. Unfortunately, this leads to my digestive system getting pretty upset with me. As much as I have enjoyed visiting with my wife’s family, I am looking forward to getting home and getting back to a more reasonable (less caloric) dietary plan.
In the meantime, I’m going to pop a Nyquil and get some sleep.
Merle
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