To treat my CRION, I'm taking immunosuppressants, which is just what you want to be taking when you work for a school filled with coughing, sneezing, sniffling kids. So it's no surprise that I got a cough. And when I say "cough" I mean 20-minute coughing fits that left me breathless and with pulled muscles. It lasted two weeks and only seemed to be controlled by double doses of cough suppressants.
As I lay there, totally loopy from the medication and weak from the coughing, I started to think about the medicine cabinet of my youth. Don't ask why I started to think about it, just accept that I did. And I remembered that Robitussin was always there. along with another syrup I couldn't remember the name of... N-something was as far as I got.
Two years ago, I would have called home and talked with my mother. She'd know. Even a year ago there was a chance she'd remember. But now? The Alzheimer's has progressed to the point where I know she won't. And the effort of trying to remember would frustrate her, causing more distress than she deserves. Sometimes, Mom's still there. But mostly... not.
I miss my Mom.