Well, we're going on day #18 of the cough, and while it isn't as often or as bad, it's still there. It's just like a nagging visitor who over stays their welcome. Not that this was ever welcome, but you get the point. It is, however, getting better, so I feel like going back to the doctor would be futile because he'd just say, "well, you seem to be getting better which is a sign that your body is fighting the virus." (See, I could be a doctor) And my body isn't fighting it as fast as I'd like, but what's a girl to do?
I made pork tenderloin for dinner tonight. First time I've ever purchased or prepared pork. I'm generally not a pork fan because it is usually bland and dry. But this was a pre-marinated roast (which solves the bland problem), and being a tenderloin, I thought I could make sure when I cooked it that it didn't get dried out. Success! It was delicious. I got some fresh green beans from the farmer's stand in the Century 21 parking lot and have discovered that I love Italian Bread, so that capped off a delightful dinner. Actually a chocolate dipped vanilla ice cream cone from DQ capped of a delightful dinner. That roommate of mine is a bad influence.