The cough continues. I am wondering if it will last for the rest of my mortal life.
At breakfast this morning my mother firmly suggested that I make another doctor's appointment. She sounded serious. So I obeyed. I know better than to argue when she has that look. She definitely had that look!
I was surprised when the clinic answered the phone on a Saturday. I made an appointment for Tuesday morning. The receptionist informed me that my regular doctor was unavailable at that time. He asked me if I would be ok seeing the nurse practitioner?
OK?! I wanted to dance and sing. But my mother was looking at me. She still had the look. So I just smiled and said, "That would be fine."
I have been frustrated with the minimalist care (i.e. continually prescribing Prednisone, nothing else) of my primary care physician.
My mother looked at me knowingly when I finished scheduling.
"Exaggerate your symptoms", she said, sipping her black coffe.
"Why?" I asked, stirring honey and lemon into my tea.
"So they will give you antibiotics", she said.
I sighed. My mother is a firm believer in the power of penicillin. Me, not so much. First of all, I am allergic to penicillin. Second, I have done enough r research to know that antibiotics kill good and bad microorganisms. I kind of would like to keep my good microorganisms, thank you very much.
But I am weary of the cough.
I did, however discover yet another Chinese home remedy at the Chinese market next door to the church where I teach on Saturdays. It is called "Citron Tea". The ingredients are honey, Orange peel, agar and sugar. It tastes like orange marmalade. I mixed it in with my tea today.
It seemed to soothe my throat and loosen things up a bit. Plus, it is quite yummy. Of course, with all that sugar, it can't be healthy. But, I'll drink citron tea instead of taking antibiotics anyday!
And now, off to bed. Rest is God's most powerful healer.
Talk to you tomorrow!
Love,
Zita
At breakfast this morning my mother firmly suggested that I make another doctor's appointment. She sounded serious. So I obeyed. I know better than to argue when she has that look. She definitely had that look!
I was surprised when the clinic answered the phone on a Saturday. I made an appointment for Tuesday morning. The receptionist informed me that my regular doctor was unavailable at that time. He asked me if I would be ok seeing the nurse practitioner?
OK?! I wanted to dance and sing. But my mother was looking at me. She still had the look. So I just smiled and said, "That would be fine."
I have been frustrated with the minimalist care (i.e. continually prescribing Prednisone, nothing else) of my primary care physician.
My mother looked at me knowingly when I finished scheduling.
"Exaggerate your symptoms", she said, sipping her black coffe.
"Why?" I asked, stirring honey and lemon into my tea.
"So they will give you antibiotics", she said.
I sighed. My mother is a firm believer in the power of penicillin. Me, not so much. First of all, I am allergic to penicillin. Second, I have done enough r research to know that antibiotics kill good and bad microorganisms. I kind of would like to keep my good microorganisms, thank you very much.
But I am weary of the cough.
I did, however discover yet another Chinese home remedy at the Chinese market next door to the church where I teach on Saturdays. It is called "Citron Tea". The ingredients are honey, Orange peel, agar and sugar. It tastes like orange marmalade. I mixed it in with my tea today.
It seemed to soothe my throat and loosen things up a bit. Plus, it is quite yummy. Of course, with all that sugar, it can't be healthy. But, I'll drink citron tea instead of taking antibiotics anyday!
And now, off to bed. Rest is God's most powerful healer.
Talk to you tomorrow!
Love,
Zita
P.S. Here is today's hooping video. Day 167!
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