It all began when Ben came home from school one afternoon in early February and complained of not feeling well. I knew it meant bad news for me since Ben never gets sick! Sure enough, two days later, I was down for the count. A week later Ben was feeling great and I just kept getting worse and worse. The unrelenting cold in Syracuse definitely didn't help. Right when I though I was starting to get over it, we flew to Utah to say goodbye to Ben's parents. Spending 8 hours on a plane, when you're still kinda sick, is a death sentence! It was not a surprise then when two days later I started to get sick all over again. I basically spent the entire time we were in Utah in bed coughing my brains out. It was terrible. Horrible. Awful.
Thankfully, after five weeks of coughing, sneezing, wheezing, runny noseing, I think I can honestly say I am better. Somehow I managed to kick Mr. Cold out on the street. It only took over-dosing on cough drops to convince him to finally leave. I think I ate an entire bag of cough drops in less than 24 hours.
