Last week, when I wasn’t paying attention, this crawled up my nose.
It’s a rhinovirus molecule and evidently it has found a new home because it–and all its little friends–have put down roots and seem to be dug in for the duration.
And why not? I’m sure that as far as noses go, mine is a fine dwelling. Sure, there’s not a lot of space, but that just means there’s less to clean, right? There’s plenty to eat and drink. Plus, it’s a nice neighborhood and, aside from the occasional sneeze, no violence or crime to speak of.
In fact, I’d have to say that this little molecule is 100 percent safe in its new home because none of the THREE PERSCRIPTIONS the doctor at the walk-in clinic wrote for me last Sunday have budged it one inch.
He said I had bronchitis and strep and prescribed an antibiotic, an antihistamine and a capsule for my cough. It’s Friday now and I’m still coughing, still have a head full of mucus soup and still feel like death on a cracker. Husband, who is leaving on a two week trip out of the country next week, won’t even be in the same room with me.
Neither will the cat.