We're back from Italy but we're both sicker than dogs. The first thing we did the morning after we landed was to hit the local Urgent Care. To find out what, you ask?
That I have bronchitis. BAD.
I can't breathe or speak without coughing. I have gone through two boxes of tissues in two days. And I haven't gone three feet from the bed all day.
Ed has been blessed with severe sinus and chest congestion. He's coughing too. The truck is like a nursing home and we are the people keeping everyone up. I'm hacking like a 90-year old man and Ed's nose-blowing sounds like a fog horn.
I haven't been this sick in over ten years. I've been all over this country; going from very hot to very cold climates in a matter of days, from desert sands of Arizona to lush forests of the Northeast. I've peed in every bathroom from coast to coast (and I'm sure I've forgotten to wash my hands once or twice). And I've never caught ANYTHING.
So what happens when I go to Italy? Between two absolutely HORRENDOUS plane rides and one coughing seventy year old in our group, I come back with this. I'm not happy AT ALL.
I plan on catching up on the blog in the next few days...I hope. If I can sit up long enough to get through a couple of posts. Please keep checking back!
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