It's official. I have asthma. The diagnosis wasn't even subtle; after running my pulmonary function test, the nurse turned to me and said "You've NEVER done a test like this before? Are you sure?", practically screaming "Even I can tell you have asthma!" with her tone of voice. After coughing for 4 months (that brief respite I wrote about a few weeks ago was just that: brief. MJ brought home another cold and ::BAM:: cough was back.) It is such a relief to officially have asthma. I'm not sure one is supposed to feel happy that they have a disease, but that's exactly how I feel.
So I'm on Symbicort. You know that ad they show? With the puppies running through the field and the feet dangling off a dock into the water? That's exactly how I feel. Puppies and rainbows, oh my. Because it's advertised ::ALL THE TIME:: and I hate direct marketing of pharmaceuticals to consumers I want to hate the product. But no, it's great. I'm not coughing. I don't have people moving away from me on the bus for fear of tuburculosis or alien impregnation via sputum. My slightly increased risk of death seems totally worth it (don't worry, Mom, there's always a slightly increased risk of death.)
The other reason for the puppies and rainbows is that our household has made it through the jungle of sick that has been this week. ::BAM:: Sunday night Dad starts puking. ::BAM:: Monday Mom (that's me) starts puking. ::BAM:: Tuesday night baby starts puking. Thankfully (for me and MJ, not so much for Dad) with each successive knockout the degree of puking diminished. I think Dad puked for about 12 hours, Mom ~4 hours, and baby just once! But we have survived.
And you know what else is great about being sick? PRE-PREGNANCY WEIGHT Y'ALL!! I celebrated by going to McDonalds (I must be a bad American, because I apparently don't know proper McDonald's etiquette. You know when you order and they put the tray down with your receipt? YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TAKE THE TRAY. You're supposed to leave it there. So they can put your food on it. Who knew that when they hand you a tray you're supposed to leave it there? Obviously not me; McDonald's guy seemed appalled by my ignorance in the ways of fast food.) Anyway. Let me just say that again. PRE-PREGNANCY WEIGHT. Maybe stomache viruses aren't all that bad. You know how else I'm going to celebrate? In honor of impending Mother's day, pre-pregnancy weight, no more coughing, no more puking, and the fact that all my pants have holes in the crotch and all my shirts have pit stains, I'm going to buy me some new clothes.
That is all.
Oh yeah. And Genevieve, I have drawn again. I'm not going through the rigamarole of posting another little chart to show that I drew the winner impartially (though I did). I will just tell you: the winner is #5. That happens to be Ryan, Christy, Landen, and Jackson. Congrats!