Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Well, another day, another urgent care visit.  This time for my husband, who was up all night with his cough, despite taking a codeine based syrup.  I spent last evening talking to the on-call nurse practicioner, who couldn't figure out whether my fever was indication of pneumonia or not.  He told me to take Tylenol every four hours for twenty four hours, and see if that kept the fever away.  If not, go to urgent care for an Xray, to see if I need antibiotics.  Of course, he didn't realize urgent care has cut their hours, and is no longer open at all on Sundays.  I figure I'll call my doctor and make an appointment for next week.  The truth is, as the guy in front of the line at the pharmacy said to my husband:  What the heck is this cough?  I've never had anything like it!  Which is what my friends who've had it say.  It's a long, drawn out sucker.  I need to lower my expectations considerably.  I already talked to my daughter and admitted I was in no shape to help her next week or even be around her, and I'm not going to be holding my new grandson without a mask.  This the season to be sick, and I'm in the thick of it.