Crap!

Crap! When last I wrote I was complaining I felt out of sorts and drained. Monday, it only got worse. Much worse. Monday evening, I felt terrible.

I more or less figured out I was not over the sinus infection, so Tuesday I tracked off to the clinic. Where there were at least a dozen people waiting. And the "700 Club" was airing on tv. Pat Robertson is not my favorite person - when I'm well. And he sure as hell is not my favorite person - when I'm not well.

As always, I take something with me to read. In this case it was a 1996 issue of "Wired." The big article was about Yahoo and search strategies for categorizing and finding info on the web. As I flipped through the pages, it was strange to note all the products that have vanished. And it was very strange to read an article about searching that did not mention Google.

Finally, my name was called. My temp was normal. Blood pressure, ok. And the nice nurse took my pulse with what I first thought was a smiley face watch. Or at least that's what the bright yellow arc on the watch face reminded me of.

The equally nice doc came in. If you'll remember this is the one who I think looks like Lucas Ridgeston. He examined my ears and throat. He then began to flip through the chart, which is about the size of the yellow pages of a small city. Trying to find an antibiotic that would work. We agreed on Augmentin, 500 mg, three times a day.

Into the outside world, I went. My first stop was the drug store. Although I dallied at the bin of stuffed animals, I didn't buy any. I got my prescription and hurried off to lunch.

The afternoon was just peachy. I began to notice the effect the antibiotic was having, and quickly realized what I had was bronchitis. This is one of those maladies that is incredibly sneaky. It creeps up on you, and you don't recognize it. Essentially you feel terrible, but you can't figure out why. And you can be taking an antibiotic at the same time, and it will have little impact. It's got to the right antibiotic, at the right strength, at the right time.

So I've spent the last few days at home. At least I was able to sleep. Which seems to have helped because I don't feel as bad as I did.

PAX!