Wednesday, September 6, 2017

46. The Most Wonderful Respiratory Infection I've Ever Had

I fell ill this summer and it was wonderful.

For the past ten years or more, my impaired immune system has struggled to fight off the common cold. When contracted, what is typically the common cold virus for the average person, for me becomes something much more sinister and dangerous. In the span of 12 hours, what starts as a head cold can morph into pneumonia or severe bronchitis for me. For the past ten years then, any time I felt that annoying tickle in my throat signalling the oncoming virus, fear set. The fear was then typically reinforced with trips to the hospital and fighting infections that take months to be rid of.

This August, I felt that familiar tickle in my throat. At this point in my life I don't have fear the way I used to, but more just depressing resignation to the medical bills I'm about to rack up. So when, I felt that familiar sore throat, I begrudgingly mentally prepared myself. I gathered my sick supplies (tissues, cough drops, vitamin C, Gatorade, etc) and readied myself to miss work if needed.

And I waited...

I got the sniffles next, follow by a mild cough.

Still I waited for the other shoe to fall. For my lungs to fill overnight. For my bronchi to get so inflamed you could hear me wheeze from the other room....

And it never happened.

For the first time in over a decade, a head cold stayed a head cold and I recovered within a week without missing work or racking up medical debt.

It was the most wonderful, beautiful, respiratory infection I've ever had.

d'Artagnan