Donald Duck Speaking
At least, that’s how I sound like, thanks to my chronic problems with my respiratory system, whether they be sinusitis, allergies, asthma, or any of the whole lot of other stuff that I don’t know the names of.
(At-choo! Wa-rming, whany phost aa-hed)
I got down with a cold a few weeks into Ramadan, and today, a month later, I’m still suffering from the colds consequences. My eyes hurt from sinus pressure, and I can’t sleep at night from lack of oxygen. When I answer the phone, I get asked if I just woke up because my tone is so out of it. A few days ago, someone asked me if my voice is always so nasal.
It’s just torturous, especially as I have doctor phobia. My doctor phobia is so severe that the first book I ever read in my life was called “The New Medicine Show”, and which I read just so that I could avoid a trip to doctors. Naturally, I was too young to really understand anything, and the book didn’t ward off the many disastrous doctor visits of my life, all of which made me realize that doctors are idiots and that I’m better off dealing with my health by myself.
When I first got the cold I did what I always do. I went to the pharmacy and bought myself a supply of decongestant, antihistamine, Panadol Sinus, vitamin C, and cold medicine. A couple of weeks later, I wasn’t getting any better, so I figured I must have a sinus infection so I went to the pharmacy and asked for an antibiotic. It did sort of help, but here I am today, two weeks later, still unable to talk properly and still suffering from breathlessness, especially at night.
Ahhh… On to my next phase, where I switch to Zyrtec, my childhood enemy.
Wouldn’t life be so much easier if we didn’t have noses?
