It's not a death rattle. Not even pneumonia. Not even anything that would lead me to take a pill (phew!). Just got back from doc-in-the-box and am happy to discover that that rattle in my chest is plain, old-fashioned croup, just like little kids get. The doctor, who was charming, had an "aha" moment, grabbed a kleenex box from the examining table, and said "I'm going to write the solution down here". He scribbled on the back of the box, then said "first -a little quiz! Do you have a heater in your bedroom? " Well yes, but we never turn it on. "Do you sleep with the window open?" Well, yes, whenever I can be sure it won't rain in. His face lit up with a huge grin as he revealed what he had written on the back of the box: "sleeping in a too-cold bedroom!" Bingo. His prescription? Warm up the room. Keep a thermos of hot liquid nearby at all times. Take hot baths and showers and inhale the steam. Stay warm. Don't breathe in cold air. Rest.
Hmmmmm... This I can handle. I just cleared my calendar for the day, made a pot of green tea, turned up the thermostat. Now where is that wonderful book I've been longing to get lost in? Picture me with the big grin now!