Do I need my brain Poked?

Well I realize that this is not what is done when they stick and swab your nasal cavity but it is a better image is it not?

Poking the brain.

 

As I previously wrote this week Tember has a cold.

It is sticking around in the form of a cough.

Had I kept him home on Monday I am sure that rather then now missing the rest of the week he would be going  back today.

Live and learn.

And it is a cold.

A cold I tell you.

 

I called off work today.

I feel really guilty but I am coughing with a headache and sniffles.

I would much rather take today to feel better then be off for days on end.

My supervisor asked if I should be tested.

I said no. 

 

As a child growing up mom always said I was great for getting sick on the weekend.

Never during the week while she was working.

She also instilled in me the premise that one does not call off from work unless they are dying.

Or in a hospital bed.

Her mind set has since changed but it is one I still battle.

 

I am getting better a calling in and not pushing through being ill.

All it does is extend my feelings of shittyness.

But I still have that sense of guilt that because I can stand up and am not totally laid low that I should be at work.

It is a hard one to shake.

I could be on my death bed and would still feel guilty although I am working on that.

 

When I woke this morning I knew something was wrong. 

I had not slept well last night. 

Up at 2:30 when Loki decided that he was hungry and cried.

And cried.

And cried.

Then after feeding him he proceeded to cry some more.

Thomas was pushing him away.

So I had to take the food into my room.

Where Lucky’s bowl was because she has to eat right before bed under my bed so the other two leave her alone.

My head felt floaty.

My throat a little scratchy.

And as I moved I began to cough.

I did a self assessment.

Stood in front of the fridge going down the list.

 

I will provide a bit of background.

Since I was little whenever I get a cold it settles in my lungs.

Mom use to take me to the doctor a lot because I sounded like I was wheezing and gasping for breath.

When I cough(ed) I sound(ed) like a barking seal.

I wore a lot of hot mustard plaster during the winter months.

It seemed to work though.

Mom thought it was asthma.

I think she said the Dr. told her that I had weak lungs? 

Mom do you remember? (HE HE HE I Know you are reading)

 

I am also very in tune with my body.

It is not my thought only as my family Dr. has mentioned it.

I am not one of those who goes running every time I feel something is off.

I can assess what is happening and go from there.

 

Mom was a nurse.

So another thing that drilled into me as a child was you do not go to the Dr. unless something is seriously wrong.

Death bed or hospital…….

Going to the doctor when it is a simple cold/flu is unnecessary.

It is a waste of resources that can be used to help those who are truly ill.

Never mind wasting their time as well.

 

Which is why when I am being asked if I should go and be tested I give a resounding no.

I know my body.

I know in sickness and in health.

I have the start of a cold.

Complete with cough.

And no cough syrup.

Messaged the ex and asked if he could pick some up for me. 

Benylin Cough & Congestion. 

Works better then the other stuff.

For me.

I was coughing as I headed down the stairs and decided to nip in bud.

Opened and took a slug. 

When you have a cough like I do tablespoon does not cut it.

It hit me like a ton of bricks.

He had grabbed me extra strength.

Did not know that there even was extra strength.

 

I am now on couch.

Wrapped in blanket with my coffee.

Loki is settling to sleep on top of me.

I am going to cuddle with him and put something on the tv low as background.

Cartoons most likely so that when I fall asleep I won’t be missing anything important. 

And should work call and request it I will go and get my brain poked. 

 

Have a terrific Thursday loves.

 

©Oct. 22/20

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