Being sick in NYC

Today marks exactly two weeks of being sick. I thought I was on the mend on Friday when I went the entire day without a single coughing fit. But the coughing has still persisted. My inability to speak full sentences in my natural voice is driving me crazy. And yesterday, after dinner and a single sip of Chris’s beer, I ended up vomiting part of dinner and all of that one sip of beer. That was not fun.

I took a walk today during the weekday for the very first time since I got sick two weeks ago, and did a quick trip to Trader Joe’s. I hadn’t been here in about 2.5 weeks, and I had missed it. I realized that some of the things I wanted to pick up were not there, like my usual Ritz-like crackers. But I did pick up a few items that were new for me, like the mushroom umami seasoning and the cocoa batons, to add some variety to our snack rotation, and to the seasonings I use on the Pookster’s lunch vegetables. The fun thing about Trader Joe’s is that they always have new products that are worth testing out. The frustrating part about Trader Joe’s is that sometimes, those fun products get pulled from the shelves quite quickly, so you can’t really ever get too attached to any one thing. Chris asked me to buy these animal crackers that were coated with chocolate on one side today that he remembered buying and liking back in 2016. I told him that I doubted they’d still be in stock. And well, I was right: the only animal crackers on the shelves were the sad, plain ones. He was not pleased.

And now my body is aching again. What is wrong with me, really, and how is it even possible I am still sick after two weeks??? It was amazing I got through an hour long meeting today where I did the majority of the talking — good thing for the mute button!

Pookie’s appetite is coming back

Although Kaia was already getting better by the time she had her doctor’s appointment a week and a half ago, her appetite took a while to come back. She still relied on her “safe,” comfort foods, so mostly carbs and milk, with a little bit of protein here and there. We weren’t sure when she’d start eating her usual voracious amounts again. She just finished her course of antibiotics for her ear infection yesterday, and this past weekend, she already seemed more curious about foods the way she normally is. So this morning for breakfast, she was absolutely ravenous: she ate some stir-fried gai lan, an entire piece of whole wheat toast with peanut butter; a large portion of Peruvian style red beans and rice, two WHOLE pieces of Weetbix, served in 1/2 portions until I knew for sure she wanted more, and finally a handful of blueberries. And she still wanted to keep going! But we had to clean her up and get her ready for school for the day. So I promised her that I’d pack more blueberries for her to eat during morning snack time at school. It looks like she ended up eating almost all of them, along with her Cheerios, once she got there.

Pookie’s appetite is back. It makes me so happy to see my baby eat a lot, and a lot of variety. I think that’s what every parent wants for their growing toddler.

Cooking hacks when you run out of bread crumbs: use flour and frozen cheese

While preparing my mise en place for my chicken tenders today, I realized that I didn’t make enough bread crumbs earlier in the week for these chicken tenders. That was annoying, but then I also realized that I didn’t have enough grated parmesan cheese, anyway, even if I really did have enough bread crumbs to triple the recipe. So instead, I breaded and baked as many chicken tenders as I could with my breadcrumb/herb/parmesan mixture, then created a workaround for my remaining chicken tenders: I coated the rest with egg, then tossed them around a mixture of seasoned flour, spices, and some shredded mozzarella that I had leftover in the freezer. Would these bake up the same as my chicken tenders with a proper breaded coating? No. But given that they were coated in shredded melty cheese and would be baked at the high temperature of 450 F, I figured they’d still turn out tasty.

Well, it looks like they all turned out well – the proper batch of chicken tenders and my hacked version. Chris even though the hacked version came out better and crispier. So maybe my kitchen skills haven’t totally fizzled during my sick time!

Coughing fit free – first time in 8 days

I’ve been sick for the last ten days. It wasn’t until day 3 of being sick when the coughing fits began, so last Thursday. But I can say that yesterday, Friday, was the first day in eight days when I was finally free of any coughing fits whatsoever, and it felt very freeing! It was almost like I couldn’t believe that the entire day passed without the need to run into the bathroom quickly to either throw up or hack up a ton of phlegm. Today also had no coughing fits, so we went out for the first time in two weeks to Bed-Stuy for some eating and exploration of our city.

It’s weird being sick for a while, and sick in a way where you are actually prevented from doing everyday, normal things like going out for a walk, eating at a restaurant, or buying groceries. Those are the times when you realize how important it is to take care of your health and your health first. And it also makes you appreciate it when you finally feel better and like you actually have the energy to leave the house for a day. Unless you’ve had a series of coughing fits yourself, you probably have no idea how debilitating they can truly be. Coughing up massive amounts of phlegm or to the point of vomiting really takes up so much of your physical and mental energy. Many times after the end of a coughing fit, I was so beyond exhausted that all I could do was lie down. Other times, I’d cough myself into a massive headache. Neither was fun at all. So it was refreshing to finally leave the house to do something fun today. I was still coughing, but it was no where as scary as the last eight days.

Thinking of chicken tenders

Being sick, I don’t really think of food very much. I’ve been cooking and doing a lot of food prep, but that’s been more out of necessity to make sure Pookster and the family have food to eat rather than because some culinary curiosity got my juices flowing. Everything I’ve been doing in the last week in the kitchen has been more or less done while on auto pilot. I’m just trying to get things done and get people fed.

But last Sunday, when we did leave the apartment for some fresh air, we ate outdoors at Riverside Park at a spot close by, and I figured I’d just order something simple, and hopefully something that didn’t make me more phlegmy or want to throw up. So I got some chicken tenders. I don’t know if it was just me, but they were very, very good. Usually, unless I’m making them myself, I find chicken tenders quite bland and unflavorful, especially given they are usually made with chicken breast and not thighs. But these were very good: juicy, seasoned just right, with a good crunch. I decided I would use the chicken tenderloins in my freezer that I got from Butcherbox to make my own this weekend, complete with parmesan, oregano, and some fun seasonings. How strange it is that chicken tenders are what is getting me a bit excited about cooking again while ill?

Dad’s 75th birthday

Yesterday, my dad turned 75. It’s quite a feat in our family that any male would live that long given that every man who came before him dropped dead at the age of 64. In my dad’s case, he had three things on his side: a job that required physical labor (meaning, he didn’t have a sedentary lifestyle), a higher awareness of health and nutrition than his dad and older brother, and double bypass surgery in 2014.

You’d think that he would do more with all this “extra” time he has, but I’m not really sure he’s doing more of anything or enjoying life at all. One of my biggest gripes about him growing up was that he always promised he would do things and would almost never follow through. When he actually did follow through on anything, it was because my mom yelled at him enough or my mom got angry and said she would pay for it (which is weird when you think about it because since they are married, all their funds are the same….). The house my parents live in is like a testament to a lot of broken promises: a peeling backside, a backyard in total disarray and covered in weeds; a basement that likely is covered in mold and has too much clutter; junk on top of junk everywhere. The room leading out to the yard looks as though a homeless person lives there; there are no proper window blinds or shades; my dad covered the windows in black tarp, which he glamorously taped up. Every time I think of that house, the place where Ed and I grew up, I just feel sadness and disgust.

I used to call to say happy birthday, but I decided he didn’t appreciate the effort, so I stopped. He never called on my birthday, and some years he never even acknowledged my birthday, so why should I give him a live call? I never enjoyed it; I did it out of obligation. I never felt like my parents appreciate any kind gesture I’ve done for them; if anything, they’ve insulted my gestures. But I still continue to do something.

So this year, I ordered some cupcakes to have delivered to the house. They were delivered yesterday, but apparently one of the cupcakes flipped over. All the cupcakes had “Happy birthday” written on the top. To let me know that he received my gift, my dad texted me a photo of the one disheveled cupcake and wrote: “One of the cupcakes was flipped on its side, rendering the message unreadable!” No “thank you.” No, “thanks for remembering my birthday.” No sentiment of gratitude. Just a complaint. That’s my parents’ typical style of communication. While in the background, I am sure they are both complaining about the fact they know I spent a whopping $39 on a measly four cupcakes to be delivered because there wasn’t an option for me to hide/conceal the receipt (what, Uber Eats delivery fees, taxes, and tips add up!).

When everything drags because you’re sick

The last eight days have felt very long. Being sick, especially so sick that you can’t even do everyday things, is truly the worst. It feels like you are non-functional and cannot get anything done. While at this point, I can do things like work emails, the occasional call, and everyday household tasks, it’s like I am just waiting for my next coughing fit to happen. And when it does happen, who knows how long it will last and how exhausted I will be after. The act of coughing really wears on your body. It literally shakes your entire body inside out. And when all this mucus comes out, it’s not only exhausting but disgustingly unpleasant. I am still waiting to see the light at the end when I finally feel better and like I’m not waiting for yet another coughing fit, but I’m not sure when that will be at this point. Everything just feels like it’s dragging, and I have no motivation to do anything.

On day 7 of being ill

It’s now officially been a week of being sick. It’s been over a week of Pookster being sick, but the good news is that she’s on the mend, while I’m still hacking up phlegm. I contacted my OB-GYN to get a gastroenterologist referral (my primary care doctor has stopped accepting any insurance – how fun!), and the earliest appointment they had available was for next Thursday, so I made the appointment. I hope they will be able to shed some light on what I’ve been experiencing with coughing fits and endless mucus during every cold for the last six years.

It’s annoying to think about how I’ve brought this up to nearly every doctor (okay, not the OB-GYNs, but all the other primary care doctors I’ve spoken with), and not ONE of them has ever suggested I go see a specialist about this problem. Every single one of them has brushed this off, saying that different people have different reactions to different viruses. That’s always helpful and enlightening, isn’t it? It’s not supposed to be normal. But I guess that goes to show that you really need to advocate for yourself when you think something is wrong. Doctors aren’t incentivized to really help you, sadly. They’re just incentivized to get paid for your visit.

the battle of the blinds

The last month has been quite hot in New York. While we usually leave all the blinds open to enjoy the floor-to-ceiling windows in our living area, I had to start pulling a number of them down because the apartment was just getting too hot. Even with the air conditioner running, it was like it was still hot and and miserable in the apartment, as though the AC wasn’t even on! So I pulled down 3-4 of them and immediately noticed a temperature difference when I came back into the room.

Chris absolutely hates it when the blinds are closed. He wants as much natural light as possible around the clock. He doesn’t care that the light can bleach furniture or photos. He doesn’t care that it can interfere with how hard the AC has to work to cool the room. He just wants them all open, all day and all night long. We’re paying for these large windows, so we need to maximize the value of them, right? So when he saw that I pulled the binds down, he was not very happy. But, he recognized that yes, the apartment was actually cooler with the blinds drawn down. So he kept them down.. until night time, when he would, like clockwork, go to pull them up.

So now, this is what we do: on particularly hot days, I pull the blinds down at some point in the afternoon, and in the evening, he will pull them up again. It’s almost like a mini unspoken battle of the blinds in this apartment during the summer time. Even Pookster is fascinated with the blinds being drawn because she’s not used to seeing them move, ever!

Babies are resilient while adults suffer

After just a day of antibiotics, Kaia is already looking and sounding better. She’s talkative, babbling and saying real words constantly, and walking around the apartment as though she owns the place. She’s interacting with her toys and a couple of stuffed animals and demanding foods once again, so she’s back to her semi-normal self!

But me? Every time I think I am feeling better, I find myself running into the bathroom to cough up endless amounts of phlegm, and in the worst cases, kneeling over the toilet to throw up whatever I had just eaten. Doctor after doctor has told me that sometimes, different viruses just hit people differently, so I shouldn’t think too much of it. But is this really just the cold virus’s fault over the last six years since I first got silent reflux, or did something happen to me when I got that virus that changed something about my body?

I went to chat with the pharmacist at Duane Reade today to ask for his recommendations for my symptoms. He suggested that I get Mucinex with the cough suppressant, and Benadryl of all things. I wasn’t clear on the Benadryl since I thought that was supposed to be an allergy medication, but he told me that it helps with mucus production, too, and would dry it out for me while I slept. The Teladoc doctor I spoke with recommended a decongestant that would not help with mucus, and when I told the pharmacist this, he looked at me like I was nuts and clarified what that medication was for. It’s always fun to talk to incompetent doctors via Teladoc.