As it turns out, my doctor thinks I am allergic to the cold. How weird is that?
I have had this god-awful cough that sounds like I’m a duck trying to sound like a dog which comes upon me in great waves. Every time I laugh, I cough. Every time I go outside, I cough. I am more susceptible to cigarette smoke (bring on January 1 when Trevor makes Plan B smoke free – yay!!). And when I start to cough, I cannot stop. A bout can go on for 15 minutes and renders me unable to do anything else.
So, after being on antibiotics and on crazy but good-tasting Chinese medicine and another kind of medication that did nothing for me whatsoever, I am now taking cortisone which should have me back to normal by tomorrow.
Allergic to the cold. Who knew.