I thought it was just the mother of all colds. With some breathing problems thrown in. And some congestion. But now I think I've crossed a line from cold to officially sick.
I can't eat - since Thursday night I've had a snack pack of apple sauce and a fudgsicle. I want someone to come suction out my lungs. Both my sisters have said hearing me breathe sounds scary. It kind of scares me too. When I cough, I need a nap to recover from it. My tongue feels swollen and there's a bump on one side. Listening to the radio makes me tired.
So I think I need to go to the doctor today before this turns into walking pneumonia. Except the thought of having to walk all the way outside exhausts me and I can't imagine how to get there.
Why can't this be the Little House on the Prairie days when doctors made housecalls?
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I know, I've always wished doctors made housecalls too. Things would be so much easier, because when you need a doctor the most is usually when you're too sick to get up and get to the doctor's office.
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