So Mike came down with a chest cold about a month ago, and stayed home sick, sleeping on the couch for something like a week and a half. A couple of weeks ago, when he didn't appear to be getting any better, I asked him if he had a fever. He said he didn't know - and wandered off into the bathroom to take his temp. Sure enough - he had a fever. I told him he had better go to the doctor in the morning.
And off to the doctor he went, just over two weeks ago. The doctor diagnosed him with pneumonia, and sent him home with an antibiotic and some codeine for his cough. He's slowly improved since then, but has been coughing like a maniac. He went back to work last week - only to be told that he should go back home and work from home for a couple of days. He was making the other worker bees nervous about contagious germs. He went back in a couple days this week - but has stayed home the last two days to work from home. Yesterday I told him if he still felt like he needed to stay home, he should probably go back to the doctor.
And so off to the doctor he went again. This time the doctor told him that a cough often seems worse as the body makes its way toward the end of the cold/pneumonia/whatever. (I can vouch for that. During my first couple of years in the classroom, I was a card carrying member of the cold-of-the-month club. The awful cough was always the last thing to hit, and always a sign that i was finally nearing health again)
Well on Monday of this week, Mike found the motivation to go running with me. I've been running for just over a month, and keep asking if he wants to go with me. We discovered that I can run longer than he can (which was a surprise. I've never been a runner until recently. I expect to be worse at it than everybody I know)!... then on Wednesday he told me he didn't feel well enough to go running, and opted out. He opted out again today, saying that his doctor had told him today that he should rest and take in plenty of fluids.
Cocktails are liquids. It is true!
ReplyDelete