The snot has stopped dribbling, my nasal passages have finally cleared (thankfully without having to resort to requiring the aid of hand grenades or a bulldozer) and I have hacked up the last of the oysters that had been camped out in my lungs. The mucous has left the building... er... body!

So far my husband has not gotten sick. I am amazed, he's like a germ magnet so I am beyond surprised when I catch a bug that doesn't go on to attack him. Speaking of my dear hubby, rest assured that I am all in love with him again now that I am feeling better and he has been rewarded for his patient loving care despite my illness induced (as opposed to the everyday) abject bitchiness.

We went in to the city Friday because he had an appointment with the dermatologist...I always want to say Gynecologist. He's had a strange rash for a couple of years, it is very itchy but it only comes in the winter...like Santa. It is not contagious or I would have killed him by now for passing it on to me. The doc here has prescribed dozens of creams and potions which offered little or no relief. Finally the irritation has become so severe that he begged to see a specialist before he was driven to taking a belt sander to his legs.

The highway was clear and dry when we left home but we knew better than to hope the trip through the mountains would remain so smooth. About an hour and a half into the journey it became increasingly obvious by all of the vehicles in the ditches that the road was very slippery. In the next half hour we saw at least a dozen vehicles that had gone off the road. Two of the accidents looked like fatalities judging by what was left of the wreckage. It was horrible.

We decided that due to the nasty traveling conditions we would do our business in the city and head home as quickly as possible so that we could get through the worst of the drive in the daylight. I called my brother while my husband was getting his skin checked to let him know that we'd not be able to get together for lunch with him as we had planned. I apologized and explained the situation and he understood. Hopefully we'll be able to go in in a month or two and spend a few days so we'll have to celebrate his birthday then...besides, from what he said on his blog it appears he did not miss a meal despite our absence.

My husband returned to the car with a list of supplies and a couple of prescriptions. Apparently he has eczema...which is pretty common and I am now very annoyed that our family doc could not dignose that...and he now has a whole new washing and moisturizing regimen. We decided to pick up his necessities in the city as the savings from that alone (compared to what they would cost us here) would pay for our trip. We picked up his stuff and a few groceries and got the hell out of Dodge.

It was blizzarding by the time we hit the pass so I urged (threatened) His Highness to drive slow. I'd rather take forever to get somewhere than not get there at all...in the winter. I was still feeling pretty shitty and was very tired and cranky so I am sure the poor man was wishing I'd just dope up and go to sleep and shut up.

Between the long stressful day in the car and the lack of sleep for the previous five days I was exhausted by the time we arrived home. Apparently that was what it took for me to finally get some rest. I slept for nearly ten hours. It was what I needed. By Sunday I was actually feeling human again and by this morning all that is left is the occasional throat tickle and the permanent indent across the bridge of my nose from the breathe-right strips...and maybe the odd undercover tissue in the bed that hasn't yet been unearthed. The crises are over...life is back to whatever normal is... with a little less itching and scratching for Heiny.
I think we (I) take our (my) health for granted, I never think about how good I feel until I feel shitty for a while. I am now making a point to be grateful for every day I don't piss myself from coughing or sneezing too hard, for every unrestricted breath I take and for every night spent on a dry pillow.