Another trip to the doctor, another trip to the pharmacy. Another round of antibiotics, since the last 2 worked such wonders! I’m sick of being sick. While I’m already grumpy, I decided to hop online and search for a new cellphone plan, which has become like choosing a presidential candidate: which one is the lesser of all evils?
The only good thing about today was that I didn’t go to work. Oh, and that delicious, luxurious feeling of collapsing back into bed, hibernating under the covers, and going back to sleep until the doctor’s office opened. I woke up with 2 cats staring at me, and though I like to believe that was a heart-warming gesture of adoration and affection, like they are watching over me until I feel better, deep down I know it was a “Feed me! Now!” kind of stare.
Right now my head is throbbing and I’m struggling to breathe, and the best the doctor could do was prescribe more antibiotics, which won’t help me sleep tonight, and oh yeah, a shot in my hip that still burns like they injected floor cleaner and bleach. Rest assured, however, my little stalkers who are wringing their talons in glee right now, fantasizing that I am perched upon my death bed, that I have no plans to keel over soon, and I will live to see another day and fight another fight.
Time to pop some antibiotics, wrap up in a blanket, curl up against Gary, and relax until I doze off…