Evidently we did not.
I mean, we were hardly coughing at all except at night when things always seem to get more cruddy. We had both moved back to sleeping in the bed for most of the night because the coughing wasn't such a problem. We even did some socializing - had the children and grandchildren in for dinner and celebrating, went to my mother's for dinner and celebrating and things seemed to be on the upswing for us.
Then, this past weekend, we trekked halfway across the state to attend our great nephew's wedding and the Crud seemed to all come back to both of us. We had a great time. The wedding was beautiful. The fellowship with family was fabulous. Then, when we were on our way back home, we both noticed a bit of tickle and the coughing began.
For the past couple of days and miserable nights we have learned to cough at depths unknown to us. Our sides are aching. Our chests are tight. Our hacking and coughing is non-stop. We have holed up here at the house and moaned and groaned and coughed and carried on something fierce. I don't know if this is a relapse or something new and even more cruddy. At any rate, we are sickly, grumpy, and tired.
We are a mess!
I hope you ushered in the new year and this fresh week in 2026 with good health and heartiness. Meanwhile we are over here hacking, coughing, sucking on cough drops, moaning, groaning, and trying to wear this mess out.
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