Over Christmas, I was subjected to a case of the Creeping Crud–you know, that lovely upper respiratory garbage that hangs on, settling in your lungs with the hacking and coughing and the general feeling like death warmed over. For five days, it visited, keeping me attentive to its every whim. I used up the remaining sick days I had available at work (and maybe one I didn’t officially have available yet), and visited the doctor, who wrote a prescription for antibiodics (which my insurance laughed at when asked if they would cover the full amount).
Well, it’s back. There’s the ever-so-wonderful feeling of rawness in the back of my throat, and a slight headache, and the glands in my neck are starting to increase in size (at least it’s not my ass increasing in size…). I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I guess the season for feeling jolly has come and gone. Anyone have any home remedies for the Creeping Crud? I’ve already drank so much hot tea that I could boil a boat, so please, anything but that.
Man! I’m about ready to try that, even though I haven’t had a drink in about, uhmm, uhh, well, years, anyway. I’m so tired of this. And we’ve passed it around the family, so the kids have it, and for the youngest and I, the cough came back just about when the whole thing should have been getting better.
If it wouldn’t start a family fight I’d call my SIL and yell at her. It’s all her fault, you know. She brought her nine year old here for Christmas Eve with those nasty germs and now we can’t get rid of them.
Anyway, sorry to be one of those people who can’t feel sorry for you because they’re too busy feeling sorry for themselves.
I hope you feel much better soon. And in the meantime, I hope you sleep a lot and keep warm. I don’t know if you want to try it, but sometimes I prefer hot chicken broth to hot tea. Still warm, but not sweet, and it feels a little more like something real.
…Please be hopeful that the middle kid doesn’t get it, as she has Scholarship Competition Day coming up this Saturday.
Anyway, best of luck, and if I come up with anything wonderful I’ll let you know.
We (Me, wife, two toddlers) got ours around Halloween, recycled it three or four times, and finally got rid of it around Christmas. Robitussin would take it down a peg and let us get some sleep, and a round of antibiotics did it in finally.