The Common Cold
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I read about an interesting study last night. Apparently, if doctors told their patients that they had a "chest cold" the patients would be content with a course of treatment that did not involve the use of antibiotics. If the patients were told that they had "acute bronchitis" (which is exactly the same thing as a chest cold), they were likely to be unhappy unless given antibiotics.
Antibiotics, according to this other study, have no efficacy in treating chest colds. And, while most doctors believe that chest colds will get better in about a week, they actually hang on for much longer, usually about three weeks, and often as long as eight.
Can you guess that I'm still sick?
I've been calling this a "chest cold" all along. I refuse to believe that this is anything particularly serious. Certainly not Swine Flu. I'm exhausted, and have lungs that feel like they're filled with Elmer's white glue. And I'm feeling incredibly stupid.
Stupid is one thing. Crazy is another. Robb's last post makes me sound more than a little demented. I'm going to ask blog readers to guess why I was asking him to make a remote-control feral cat feeder.
Any thoughts?
I read about an interesting study last night. Apparently, if doctors told their patients that they had a "chest cold" the patients would be content with a course of treatment that did not involve the use of antibiotics. If the patients were told that they had "acute bronchitis" (which is exactly the same thing as a chest cold), they were likely to be unhappy unless given antibiotics.
Antibiotics, according to this other study, have no efficacy in treating chest colds. And, while most doctors believe that chest colds will get better in about a week, they actually hang on for much longer, usually about three weeks, and often as long as eight.
Can you guess that I'm still sick?
I've been calling this a "chest cold" all along. I refuse to believe that this is anything particularly serious. Certainly not Swine Flu. I'm exhausted, and have lungs that feel like they're filled with Elmer's white glue. And I'm feeling incredibly stupid.
Stupid is one thing. Crazy is another. Robb's last post makes me sound more than a little demented. I'm going to ask blog readers to guess why I was asking him to make a remote-control feral cat feeder.
Any thoughts?
Comments
Grumpy Grinch
Zoemomma
Feeding feral cats is ok- it like feeding really really fuzzy feral humans on Thanksgiving at a food kitchen... Fuzzy feral humans need love, too.
By the way, we are currently having a tremendously foggy evening here, so thick that we can't see the barn lights, which is only about 70 feet from the house. Its a great night for a pre-Thanksgiving ghost story!
Annalisa
Or else you are inspired by Really Cool Contraptions?
--Leah in Centralia, WA