Walkin' Pneumonia and the Buggie Wuggie Flu

Yesterday was Mike's birthday. He is the best thing that ever happened to me.  He has been the best husband and father possible.  He has always been there for me and always been there for Curt no matter what.  He never missed but one ballgame Curt played throughout his football career from middle school through college and very few practices.  Mike adores his son and dotes on his grandchildren.  And even after 39 years, he still loves and cherishes his wife.  Can't beat that with a stick!  

Sittuh (Donna) and hubby Walter took us out to dinner to celebrate.  Not so much of a celebration for me cause I went to the Dr. yesterday a.m. and was diagnosed with "walking pneumonia".  Why is it called "walking pneumonia"?  Do you suppose it is because you are still able to walk around even though you feel like you are the "walking dead"?  I have been coughing up both my brains and my toenails (and believe me that is  no small task) for the last 2 weeks. Walter, always sympathetic, was listening to my tail of woe and we were all discussing how we felt and the meds we were taking. He piped up talking about some really good chicken soup Donna made the night before. I, in turn, asked Donna what she started with, meaning what kind of stock she started with. Did she start with boiling a whole chicken, canned broth, or did she use canned chicken. Anyone who cooks would understand what I meant. Smarty britches Walter responded, "She started with a chicken." What a dork! He knew what I meant. That's Walter, direct and to the point! YOU START WITH A CHICKEN. DUH!

I have been serving as my own doctor and both diagnosing and treating myself.   ( I wonder if the same saying serves as the one about the attorney that represents himself..... you know... having a fool for a client....oh well...) Needless to say, I have not been getting any better.  In fact, I got a little better, then it returned with a vengeance. Anyway, I decided I needed a real live doctor, so I went to see Dr. Vester and she agreed that, yes, I needed a real live doctor and please stop treating myself.  She prescribed a double dose steroid dose pack and a cough syrup with codeine in it (love that!), so hopefully I am on the road to full recovery in about 10 days.  Now... tell me why we wait so long to get REAL treatment for an  illness, no matter what it is?  We will drag on until we are half dead before we will go to the doctor or the hospital when usually a simple treatment will get us better in a short amount of time.  Even if it is serious, we can usually get treatment and be over it in half the time we waited and were miserable.  I guess that will remain one of life's mysteries.  But I will say that women will get help sooner than men, but not much.  I remain faithfully, but sickly yours......      "Kathy in the Bedroom"(for now)

P.S. If you have a homemade Chicken Soup recipe.... BLOG IT TO ME...