Not contagious

It's 12:11 and I'm still at home... and I'm in bed. That's not to say that I haven't been up today. I have. It's just that I'm back in bed. You see I got some wonderful advice (simple and common sense) last night from Nic advising me that it sounded like my cold was indeed not just a cold anymore but possibly an upper respiratory infection and that I should see a doctor. Good idea I thought! I'd just been thinking that! But I decided to wait and see how I felt about it in the morning. So this morning I woke up having some slight difficulty breathing. I stole Gene's pillow - figured he won't be needing it for a few weeks anyway - and it was a bit easier to breathe while propped up but decided this was just the sign I'd been waiting for.

9:45 I was at the doctors expecting an hour long wait at least. The place was packed! About five minutes later I was in the doctor's room trying to explain that I couldn't breathe properly (I think he got the picture from watching me try and breathe and talk) and after a quick look at my throat and breathing check I was out of there with a promise to return on Friday and to take my medicine.

By about 10:15 I was regretting my decision to ride to the doctors, but the other choice was to walk so it's all much of a muchness...

10:30 I exited the chemist with a large bag of antibiotics, a "horrible tasting" couch medicine (to quote the lovely chemist) and some ventolin. You know it's not as easy to coordinate the ventolin and the breathing as I thought... A bit of practice with the pharmacist there and it's all systems go (well breathing ones anyway).

10:45 I'm back at home in bed trying to muster up an appetite so I can have my medicine - some rice porridge (which is less much icky than it sounds if made well), a banana and half a hot cross bun later and I'm well and truly agreeing with the chemist about the taste of the cough syrup.

So here I am now at 12:21 tucking in bed with my laptop, Seasons of Mist and my bronchitis, wishing I was at work and looking out at the picture book again. I'm only home for the day to let my lungs open up again (Ventolin rocks my world might I add) and then I'll be back again tomorrow, but the day is just passing SOOOOOOOO slooooooowly.

Things could be much worse really and I'm not feeling too bad aside from the breathing troubles, but I wanna go out and play! *pout*

On the bright side though, I'm not contagious. :)