I've been somewhat quiet this
week. For the third time in four months I have caught something, and it hasn't
been pleasant. it feels something like the flu combined with a cold, with all
the fun those things bring to the table. Mark got it first, so I called his
visiting nurse and asked her to come by. She prescribed him some miracle pills
and he's doing just dandy. Right after she left the house it hit me. Within
hours I went from a little dry throat, to chills, sweats, and the mucus parade.
It has been ugly. Just yesterday, as I was walking through the house, I blew my nose
and shit my pants at the same time. I am now very wary about how things are
going to work when I do that. Anyway, I went to the doctor. A new
doctor for me. He was very nice and very attentive. He spent forty five minutes
with me, and then he didn't give me anything for my illness. "You're
getting over it already", is what he said. I guess that made me feel good.
But a handful of what the nurse gave Mark would have been even better.
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