Just once I would like to get a cold and have my body deal with it normally. Just once I’d like to get a fucking cold, let it hang around for the usual proscribed amount of time, and then watch it go away. Yea. I want a normal fucking cold. But, it’s probably not going to happen, damn it.
I have asthma. Ok, well, I don’t actually have asthma. I have something that is NOT asthma, but isn’t anything else, either. Multiple doctors in three large teaching hospitals have been stumped by this thing I have, that I call NARD for short: Not Asthma Respiratory Disease. I’ve given up ever knowing what it really is, and I’m ok with that. I tell coworkers it’s asthma so I don’t have to explain all this to them.
Most of the time I’m fine. Unlike an asthmatic, I don’t have to do the regulatory meds, peak flows, prednisone, etc. I did that stuff until it was established that I don’t actually have the disease. Anyway, I know that all of the meds & regiments & stuff asthmatics have to do suck, but are really important for controlling the disease.
However, I have no control over this. And I hate it! When I get a fucking little virus, all hell breaks loose. Thursday I got the virus --no big deal, just a sore throat. I thought for sure that by Sunday I was kicking viral ass. This time it would be different. This time, my body would avenge me. No. Sunday night comes and I’m feeling worse. Monday and I’m worse still. And this morning…it’s the old familiar body wracking coughing, wheezing, etc. So, that means a trip to the dr., steroids, inhalers and antibiotics. Yea!!!
I know in the grand scheme of things things could be much worse. I have insurance and can afford the meds. I will get better in a few days. I just wish every little virus didn’t mean coughing and hacking and wheezing, loosing time in doctors’ offices, sick leave from work, no voice for a few days, exhaustion and just this feeling that my body is wimpass-ish and unable to fend off a simple fucking virus.
Thus endeth my first ever rant. It seems a little weak to me, but who am I to judge?