Sunday, November 27, 2011
I'm never sure where some of my dad's colloquialisms came from. I think he made some up, but its possible that the words he used were rooted in Swedish or Danish.
When we had a cold, my dad called it a cold. When we had one of the "everything in my body hurts and is dripping" episodes, he called it, "having a snootful".
I have a snootful. It started after work Friday with just the body aches and chills, and I didn't sleep much. Since that time, all horrendous things that accompany a snootful have arrived. There are the sneezes (I counted yesterday and stopped at 30....big wet sneezes that make your chest rattle.) There is the coldsore on the left corner of my mouth. There is the eye watering. There is the nose blowing, which is much worse today than on Saturday. There are the swollen glands. There is the sore face, where every tooth hurts, along with the bridge of my nose and the areas under my eyes. Whenever I get up from the blankets, there are the shivers and chills. I doze for a couple of hours, and then unfortunately wake up.
I have given up that this is "viral", which is what most doctors tell us, and will go in tomorrow to give antibiotics a try.
Meantime, I have a snootful.