This time I didn't think I was dying like I have felt before. But I didn't feel good at all, and had to burn up vacation time resting at home.
I knew the day before the bronchitis really made its presence known that something was up. I generally felt a bit weak, feverish, and I had a metallic taste in my mouth - not a good sign when you don't have anything metallic in your mouth. It got worse from there.
I didn't go to my doctor right away because the medical community says about all one can do is, well, not a whole lot. And since it's viral, antibiotics won't help...they say. Mine turned into an infection which meant YOO-HOO, I was prescribed a Z-Pak antibiotic.
By the next morning I felt much better and by the time I finished off the other four pills I was almost my regular self.
And so I grabbed my smokes, which started the whole thing, and decided that it was time to quit 'em. I have not been able to quit completely just yet, but I smoke from NONE to maybe one or two a day vs. a pack or more a day at $5.00 each. Fifty years is long enough.
Maybe bronchitis will no longer come to conquer me.
