I remember how this started all too well. It was Saturday
May 4th. I woke up feeling “funny”. Not unusually funny but I just
knew I was getting sick. I was super congested, slightly runny nose and
downright exhausted.
I continued about my day having bouts of feeling “okay” but
I didn’t even hold my Godson for fear of getting him sick. However, by Monday
night I had gotten progressively worse. So much so I had gotten to the point of
resorting to taking my prescription strength Motrin for the pain in my throat.
Within a few hours I would feel like ‘myself’ again even if that only lasted a
few hours. Then just as the sore throat stated to ease up I began having
coughing attacks. Horrible coughing attacks. Finally after a near meltdown at
work- I found an allergist and sent out an SOS signal.
I was so happy that there wasn’t a long wait to get an
appointment. Honestly, I had waited so long I’m not sure how much I could take.
The allergist did a very thorough initial exam and I thought I knew what the
outcome would be.
You see, I’ve been down this road before.
