Then I discovered the Pantone Matching System Book. It's kind of like those color swatches you use for choosing paint at the store, except its for ink and in a fun little book. The only thing missing are ridiculous names for the colors (like wall paint - "gossamer blue" or "pale tangerine," anyone?)
Now to whine:
I went to the doctor's on Friday to plead for something, anything, that would help get rid of the hacking, lung-purging cough that plagues me each winter. I use the word "plague" purposefully, because those are the looks I receive from my fellow bus and subway riders and also from coworkers. Their thoughts hover in the air like my "germs"
Is she going to cough up a lung? Is she going to need assistance? Is she as highly contagious as I think she is? Why is she sitting next to me? Could we get her removed from the train?
Oh don't deny it. You all think I'm gross. I think I'm gross.
Anyway ... I went to the doctor and we talked it over and decided that an inhaler, some Flonaz to rid me of the post-nasal drip which also plagues my system, and codine cough syrup (wahoo) would solve the problem.
At least I thought that's what we decided. I picked up my prescriptions Monday after work and gleefully took them home. My glee was short lived and I quickly grew glum upon realizing there was inhaler. Just a glass bottle with a dropper and directions for mixing it with saline in something called a nebulizer.
Turns out - as I learned at Walgreen's Pharmacy (one of the few times they've been truly helpful) that a nebulizer is this big ol' machine with a tube and a mask - in other words, not the little pocket-sized inhaler I had in mind.
I'm trying to get this all squared away but it's really discouraging! I'm still coughing because it's still FREEZING outside and I'm tired.
There. I feel better now.
1 comment:
Luckily for you, I wrote a poem to make you feel better. Here it is:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You are nasty
when you cough
That is for you and I hope you like it
--Jon
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