I may be running out of Kleenex and boogers more or less simultaneously, which I call either a miracle of planning or the usual dumb luck.
Something grabbed me by the snout a week ago Monday. I was thinking the allergies had seemed a tad fierce lately, but then Herself seemed to come down with an actual cold, so, uh, no. Not allergies. Or maybe not just allergies.
She took two Bug tests, both negative, and since we had similar symptoms I didn’t bother testing myself.
As Herself is a spry young thing she had a couple rough days, then pretty much bounced right back and soldiered on. But then she’s the type of person who would take a childhood diagnosis of asthma and allergies and be all like, “Hm, probably should stay on top of that so it doesn’t turn into a lifetime of skull-fucking sinus infections.”
Another type of person, by which I mean me, might decide to enhance these pre-existing conditions with a marinade of swimming-pool chlorine, nicotine, marijuana, hashish, cocaine, and popskull in various flavors because why the hell not? What could go wrong?
What goes wrong, in my experience, is that every so often you find yourself feeling slightly unwell, with something oozing out of your beak that looks like a microwave pizza that some cube farmer nuked on Friday, promptly forgot about, and rediscovered on Tuesday after a long, hot Memorial Day weekend.
Back in the Day® the medicos would hit you with some interesting speedy drugs and a Z-Pak, the pharmaceutical equivalent of chucking a grenade into a spider hole. Nowadays the thinking is that this only gives rise to antibiotic-resistant infections like Matt Gaetz.
Today the standard practice is to bill you for the visit and send you home empty-handed, save for some sound medical advice. “Get that shit out of here. Jesus. Makes the snack-room microwave look like a surgical theater.”
So I saved myself the trip. Lots of rest, hot fluids, vitamin C, and a really hot pot of posole. Ride it out, same way you do a White House full of eejits and maniacs. I’ve done it before, I can do it again.
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Glad you are on the road to recovery. I wish the nation was doing as well.
Speaking of having a shitty day in the saddle…
https://www.cyclingnews.com/news/poop-stops-wreck-luke-plapps-giro-ditalia-stage-win-hopes-in-sappada/
Eek. I got caught short during a training ride once. Happily it was before I went to bibs and was still flexible enough to crouch behind a teensy juniper.
“where art thou? I know you’re up there in the crevice somewhere.”
Here’s hoping that by now things have opened up and you are breathing well. Perhaps a little less boogersome.
With respect to bill care, uh, I mean healthcare, the provider in our area changed to a more efficient program and there’s a distinct difference in what was, and what now is not. I believe the earlier system, although better for the patient, was less financially sustainable, and now we have the system that makes the bean counters happier. One that you really don’t want to take advantage of unless you really need help. I suppose it forces us to make a better attempt at healthy living and discovering indigenous and holistic treatments.
We have the renowned evildoers United Healthcare for insurance and an health savings account with Optum, a business unit of the aforementioned evildoers, plus a town shedding medicos the way a dead dog does fleas and a pirate fleet of “urgent care” outfits docking in every other strip mall.
Makes me long for the good old days of the military dispensaries at Randolph, Ent, and Peterson AFBs.
I agree that spicy Mexican food is a sinus-clearing miracle, posole, green chile with copious amounts of any number of habanero, scotch bonnet, and Ghost pepper sauces seem to have curative powers that have plumb-evaded modern medicine. I hope your recovery is uneventful and complete. My primary physician decamped to Petersburg AK to avoid the plague of corporate medicine and/or profiteering dealers’ choice. Enjoy the sun.
The hard part is coaxing the chile past the coughing. Sometimes not even a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.
Our primary care physician bailed on medicine entirely during the Plague Years. And who can blame her? Shit, I knew an auto mechanic who did the same thing.
“Nope, sorry, too much wobble in the setup now, I’m outa here, peace and good luck.”