Sunday, September 28, 2008
Sick of Being Sick
My foot was recovered enough to walk Jake around the block this morning. It was miraculous! There's a world out there of people, birds, dogs, trees, and tropical moisture, a la Hurricane Kyle. WOW!! I felt like I'd just been released from jail.
But I'm still suffering from the cold from hell. Can't kick it no matter what I try - Chinese tea, homeopathics, chicken soup, extended rest - nothing is working. I'm superstitious enough to have hoped that when the moon turned last night, suddenly I would be on the mend. Even the moon can't fix this one, apparently.
Tomorrow or Tuesday, I'm going over to the dark side - I'm going to get a prescription for antibiotics. It's a big deal for me. I can't remember taking an antibiotic since I had my wisdom teeth removed at age 21, which means the last time I took them, the Sufi acupuncturist had not yet been born. Wow.
I keep reading about the impact of flu on "the elderly." Am I elderly? Yikes.