I’ve been in denial about being sick for about a week now. The thing is/was that I wasn’t really sick. I had a mild case of the snuffles, likely due to fall allergies. I am sticking by that statement. I didn’t have a fever. I wasn’t coughing. I was going to just tough it out and carry on.
It was the classic “don’t go looking for antibiotics, they won’t help with this” mildly irritating runny nose.
Until it wasn’t.
The problem with runny noses is that even if they aren’t started by bacteria, they are the ideal breeding ground for bacteria. And, they run. Yes, that sounds redundant, but once they start running down your throat at night, they take bacteria and move it to places where it should not be.
Like your throat.
Or your lungs.
Friday, I ended up with a fever and a cough, so I went into work to see a walk in doctor. I have bronchitis. Now I need antibiotics. I know I need them and I will take them. I always wonder when is the right time to seek help. Thursday, my symptoms weren’t bad enough to bother; Friday they were. Was there a tipping point where if I had gone in the bronchitis could have been avoided? I don’t know. Personally, I chalk that up to some times this just happens.
Fortunately, I am still in the early stages. I haven’t started coughing blood like RideBlog was.
Now… here’s where it gets complicated. Toddler girl has a cough and is sneezing a bit. Do I take her in too? It doesn’t seem to be slowing her down AT ALL. I think I will wait for her to spike a fever or start acting run down. I don’t want her on antibiotics if she doesn’t need them either. And so far, aside from a random cough here or sneeze there, she doesn’t seem to be sick at all.
She is running circles around me. Really. Or at least around the kitchen table. That doesn’t strike me a someone who is in immediate need of medical attention.