An Elephant named Bronchitis

Turns out, there really WAS an elephant sitting on my chest last Thursday. His name is Bronchitis.

I finally succumbed on Wednesday and went to the doctor. Where she prescribed a cocktail of medications. Which, in my feverish stuppour, I promptly doubted the necessity for. And then called three people while I was waiting to check out, to get their honest opinion of whether or not I really needed an antibiotic. To which my husband responded, "Abbi. Just get it." And then I proceeded to hem and haw in front of the pharmacist, do I really need to spend another $30 on this name-brand prescription? What if I really don't need it?? (I make such a great patient.)

A few days later, I am starting to feel somewhat better thanks to all of these meds that I am popping and sniffing. I feel like a drug-user. My lungs are thanking me, however.

And so today, we are all here in the house, enjoying the snow from the inside! Scott is working from home, so I'm spending the day inside with all of my favorite people...the recipe for a great winter day. :)