I told my son I couldn’t be upset with his dad who had been
coughing mildly since yesterday. He wouldn’t heed my advice.
“Take a nap!”
As his dad started cleaning minor stuff and decided to get
the old, I thought looked like an unstable wooden ladder we had for many years.
Ascended each worn out step with full trust and faith as his right hand held
the brush, the left hand with a half-filled paint for touching up the white
wooden valances he made himself few days ago.
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How could I be upset? I had come down with bronchitis, too
for about a week now. Despite lacking nasal congestion, I started hearing odd
sounds as I breathed out last Friday night. I thought a velcro was being ripped
out of my chest. Yet, I wasn’t having trouble breathing. I remembered…The late
afternoons had been windy and perhaps, the unseen pollen that got scattered by
hot valley winds had found a victim with hayfever like me.
I didn’t want to be on antibiotics. I was just sick a couple
of months back and my doctor had to prescribe two kinds to combat the sinus
issues I had at that time. If it was viral, the antibiotics would not work anyway.
Has anyone of you ever had bronchitis? Mine was only mild
but oh boy! The heaviness on the chest was awful and that “grating like sound”
every time I exhaled. I didn’t need my stethoscope. But the worse part was the
sudden bouts of coughs that made me feel like I would run out of breath. Never
had that before! Along with it was the first discovery of the stress those
coughs caused on my poor bladder.
But despite those unwanted symptoms, I could never rest. I
would get up and learned to do household chores anyway.
Vacuum… Coughs…
Laundry… Coughs…
Clean the toilets and showers… Coughs…
Cook… Coughs… (as I struggled to cover my mouth)…
I was just grateful that the xray showed I didn’t have
pneumonia. This had been a good learning season for me. To learn many home
remedies to ease up such discomfort. I
had never downed so many kinds of broths and homemade soups in my life. Me? A
coffee drinker learned to adjust to drinking green tea with lemon. My pockets
always filled with honey-lemon candies.
I heard my husband cough once or twice.
“Rest!” I yelled. But with the tone that never forced him,
too… I knew he would know his limit.
I just didn’t want him to end up like me having bronchitis.
It’s one of those illnesses that makes one Christian stop
and think and wish… for the Lord to return…
Because when He does…there is no time for awful, awful
bronchitis…
By the way, for the first time...I have learned how to use an inhaler. Careful not to accidentally waste the mist and careful not to accidentally spray my eyes.
