It began with an itchy throat in the morning. Good thing I brought some lozenges and the
irksome bother was gone. Or so I thought.
By the afternoon, my body felt heavy and my joints were
painful. Oh, Oh. This was not good. Specially when I was away
from home to accompany my mother with her medical check-ups in the States. An
early night to catch some sleep should do the trick and by morning I would be
as good as new. Or so I thought. I was up every hour because of a nagging
cough.
I did not fare well the next day. The itchy throat was back with a vengeance
and gave me a cough that came at the most embarrassing times. Like in the
middle of a conversation with my sister, M.
Before I had my next coughing spell, M had emptied her
medicine cabinet of its cold-cough-flu arsenal of quick fix.
