Tep, I started the pearls but they did absolutely nothing - are they one of those things that you have to have them in your system for at least a week before you start to feel it, or should I have noticed an improvement already?
They should help right away. Apparently they're meant to work like a mild local anesthetic so that your lungs aren't irritated and don't want to cough.
But if they aren't working for you, get the codeine.
After bronchitis, your lungs are irritated, and the irritation makes you cough, and the coughing makes the irritation worse. The steroids help heal the irritation and break the cycle.
That's how I got pleurisy. It wasn't even bronchitis initially; I think it was just a bad chest cold. But I coughed so much that I pleurisy-ed myself. Codeine got me to stop coughing and steroids took care of the inflammation. Man, that sucked.
Codeine is the only thing that's ever stopped my coughing, but I have to time it carefully because it keeps be awake. I've found that knocking back the cough reflex during the day still shortens the amount of time I cough. Both honey and alcohol are mild cough suppressants, which is why they end up in so many folk remedies. Why so many of the same cough remedies have kerosene in them is beyond me, unless it helps the body decide that it had better do something about that cough before it has to drink more kerosene.
Jezebel has this horrible article about a new trend: sending out dis-invites to weddings! WTF. Have any of you heard of this? I find the concept of the so unsettling, rude, and upsetting that I find myself ready to go into full-on rant mode.
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When is this ever appropriate except in the rare cases of extreme family/friend dysfunction? And even then, couldn't things just be handled differently?
JZ, I am sorry you are so sick, and I really hope some of the excellent advice you got this morning will help.
JZ, insent to your profile addy. I hope you feel better soon.
JZ I hope you feel better soon!
Ugh, JZ, it sounds like you might have the same thing my neighbors did last month (all three - Mom, Dad, and kid). I'm not sure what the eventual diagnosis was but it took a crapload of antibiotics to finally kill it off.
Wow, this morning was just one giant clusterfuck after another. Nibbled to death by ducks trying to get to the Y to swim with the kids, by the time we finally got there it turned out they'd changed the family swim hours and we were too late. Now I'm home so A can nap and I realize I forgot to drop off the paycheck for the woman who drives D to his after-school program. (DH and D stayed at the Y to wait for the afternoon family swim session to start.) I WIN AT LIFE OH YES.
On the plus side, I consoled myself about not swimming by going to TJ's on the way home and buying a baguette and triple-creme brie which I plan to eat tonight with red wine while watching Les Miz again. That should cheer me up.
I just made a hair appointment for two weeks from now at a new salon, and earlier I put dishes in the dishwasher.
That makes today not a total waste, right, even if I go back to bed for the afternoon?
I just had 20 inches of hair cut off. It's short, doesn't reach my shoulders. I'm not crying or hysterical or anything, but I have this weird ennui/shock combo happening. The hairdresser handed me my hair. It's like the rings of a tree, sort of. Oh, there's Sam the Bat, 15 inches back. Oh hey, there's my new car. That awful crush on a married coworker that took six months to pass.
There's so much baggage tied up in hair.
