What a blast the last two weeks have been!!
First I start off with a nasty lung/sinus/nasal infection from my Daughter. Blistering headache, fever and non productive, gut wrenching coughing. I never feared the word "aneurysm" before and I was sure I was going to blow a gasket with each primal, expulsion of air. After a couple of days, the cat now urinates freely when this occurs and the wife and kids have moved upstairs. On the plus side, my neighbor invited me to go hunting with him this fall as it appears I called in three elk, one deer, a small flock of geese and a dairy cow from Mr. Hanson's farm.
Doc says viral. Not much we can do.
I double that up in mid stride with sore throat and ear infection from my Son. My head is about to explode. I can't swallow without shedding a tear. Temp is 102.5 for the last three days and I am starting to wonder if there isn't some sort of energy source potential that needs to be tapped. I wanted to take a picture of my throat and send it in to some authority somewhere, Websters perhaps, in an attempt to redefine the word "red". My head is the size and weight of a medicine ball and I am threatening a 5/8" drill bit to my skull to relieve the pressure. Strep culture comes back negative.
Doc say viral. Not much we can do.
The medicine cabinet offers little relief as I mix and match various OTC preparations convincing myself that the expiration date on the boxes and bottles are just meant to move more product at the market. On the up-side, the cabinet is pretty cleaned up right now and looking good. I think one of the better things I tried was a jigger of Wild Turkey. Tasted better than any other medicine but my Lord how it burned going down.
The coughing continues to plague my very soul. Is this how I will be purged of all sin? Through coughing? I have now broken my recliner and I am on all fours on the carpet convulsing. In Yoga, I think this position is called "heaving dog". I try to keep my spirits up by convincing myself that this ultimate abdominal workout will change fifty pounds of white hairy flab into smooth, ripped six-pack abs without the burden of spending $1500 for the machine.
Just as my fever broke and I was beginning to think that the light at the end of the tunnel wasn't some stupid git with a flashlight, I start noticing some small red dots appearing on my skin. The ones on my hand hurt and my fingers feel raw. A couple days go by and I have the spots all over but mostly on my feet, hands and mouth (inside)
Doc says, HFMD. Hand, Foot and Mouth disease. What?!? Good grief. Or at least it is in the family of that disease. We had three choices. They all looked the same. I went with number two because I'm a Libra and that just the sorta thing we do. My Wife wastes no time in calling all our relatives telling them I have, "Foot in Mouth" disease. None of them are shocked to hear this news and most of them asked why it took 15 years of marriage to figure that out.
Oh, and the best part? Doc says, viral. Not much we can do.
Fast Water
Immune System at Defcon 3
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Better than Yoga!
story of my recent woes.
That could be an Ifish infraction name. "You sir, have been charged with a TUI. How do you plead?
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