I hate being sick…
For the last week or so I’ve had a cough from hell. It started off as a cold, fever, nagging cough, you know, the works. All the other symptoms are gone except the cough. Nothing controls it and I’m constantly wheezing to the great annoyance of my wife. Sleep has been non-existant. I’m sure it’s bronchitis and I should go see a doc. Therein lies the problem.
Docs cost money. Unemployment means little money. I know he’ll want to do X-rays and all kinds of tests when all I want is a good Codine based(oh, how I love that Codine 🙂 ) cough syrup. I’m going to go tomorrow to make the wife happy but I’ll tell the doc to go easy on the tests to keep costs down.
Why does this stuff always happen at the wrong time? Now I’m forced to choose between not dying and a new clutch for my Defender that’s been sitting in the garage for 3 weeks. The clutch died the day before I was laid off in a bit of good fortune.