Could not sleep -- finally ended up with a gel icepack under my left cheekbone, where the sinuses were shrieking, and fell asleep for a couple hours that way. Coughing more.
Woke up a whiskey contralto, or maybe baritone. Anyway, it's an octave I can't usually reach.
So, today, the doc for sure; today I won't be a fool and eat breakfast. Ebola is already out (I'd be dead and so would you). Pretty sure we can rule out malaria and Dengue fever. The white-coat syndrome ain't helpin' any, I hate lettin' those heathens poke at me.
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3 days ago
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Hope you're feeling better soon. Hope you're not Patient Zero of something awful. Hope your next post about what you had for breakfast isn't something about a brain omelette.
Not funny, I guess. Last few posts form a worrisome pattern.
"There's a fire, sir".
Mike James
Best wishes for a speedy recovery.
NOW GO GET SOME ANTIBIOTICS!
(A bottle of rum, some lemons, honey, and some nice tea is also a good idea. Or just the rum, for that matter)
must be monkey-pox...
"Woke up a whiskey contralto, or maybe baritone. Anyway, it's an octave I can't usually reach."
We talking Kathleen Turner or Tom Waits?
It's just a touch of the Andromada strain or Trixie virus.
Gerry
What docjim said.
Joe: Kathleen Waits?
Kathleen Waits for no one!
I used to have 'white coat syndrome', one reason I didn't go to doctors for years.
After diabetes, flesh-eating bacteria, lymphoma, carcinoma, neuropathy, I've gotten over it, somewhat...
Feel better soon. Hope it's something that can be ameliorated soonest.
Tom Waits for no man. if the heathens ain't a helpin, maybe some of that old time religion will. I know a witch doctor and a practitioner of Santeria in.. well, in the state. I hope it doesn't come to that.
I hope the white coated heatherns don't let my favorite blogger get any worse! May you feel better soon and have a speedy recovery.
Walt
I feel your pain. If I catch any sort of respiratory bug whatsoever people start asking who the strange man answering our phone is.
My guild was rather concerned for my well-being when I morphed from Kate Mulgrew to Barry White-on-a-rough-morning over the course of about two hours.
Hope the fancy Barbers don't make it any worse.
And I'll second that the pattern is a worrying thing, so moreso than before best wishes.
And least it ain't Captain Trips.
Sorry to hear that, best wishes for a speedy recovery!
Had something similar a few years back. Ended up out in my garage at 2AM and spotted the shop vac. Helped some, but when I told the doc, he said, "Let's try something a little less aggressive."
I'm with Doc Jim on this one, get you're self better before one of my amps goes toes up.
I'm sick and tired of people that I give a damn about being sick and tired! Get better, damn it! (Please.)
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