It’s been over two weeks that I have been sick and I have been to my family
doctor several times. After rounds of steroids and antibiotics not helping
I went to a specialist today. Apparently I have a sinusitis, bronchitis
and laryngitis. Put that all together and they say it is like the
“Croup.” Now I hear that word and it doesn’t sound like it’s so bad.
There effects, however, are terrible. I can barely speak and when I cough
I sound like someone who is a chain smoker. I’ll have to look this up on
Web MD later. So what did the specialist do for me? He gave me
another round of antibiotics, steroids and an inhaler. It is not my place
to second guess the medical establishment. I hold them in high
esteem. Sometimes, however, it seems like they’re fishing in the
dark. If there’s the slightest problem they throw antibiotics at it.
I’ll see how this goes but so far none of the medicine has made a significant
difference. I had mentioned the other day in my blog how my 12 year old
daughter has been such a help shopping while I haven’t been able to speak.
She’s at school right now and I need to pick up my prescriptions. That
should be fun. I tried picking one up last night at the drive
through. I had to open my car door and put my mouth right next to the
speaker for them to hear. Then they misunderstood what I was saying and I
had to keep repeating myself in a softer and softer tone as what little voice I
had faded. After five tries they finally understood my birthday and were
able to tell me…that the medicine was not in the store and I had to come back
today. Seriously? After all that? I know they have to make
sure you’re the right person before dispensing information but that seems like a
lot to go through to find out you are wasting your time. It’s not the
pharmacist’s fault. It’s just frustrating. Fortunately, the one
thing I can do at this time is writing. There is plenty of editing still
to do on “Sapphire Crucible” so I can stay busy without saying a word.
When you edit your book it’s amazing how many changes need to be made.
Sometimes you feel like you should get credit for the things you did
right. Still, most of the changes are minor and often times not
necessarily errors but ways to make the book flow better. Editors are kind
of like doctors. Even though they may be doing something to you that hurts
at the time, they have your best interests at heart and you need to remember
they are there to help. While I do my edits, I will dream of the good old
days when I could speak freely and wait for those days to return.
doctor several times. After rounds of steroids and antibiotics not helping
I went to a specialist today. Apparently I have a sinusitis, bronchitis
and laryngitis. Put that all together and they say it is like the
“Croup.” Now I hear that word and it doesn’t sound like it’s so bad.
There effects, however, are terrible. I can barely speak and when I cough
I sound like someone who is a chain smoker. I’ll have to look this up on
Web MD later. So what did the specialist do for me? He gave me
another round of antibiotics, steroids and an inhaler. It is not my place
to second guess the medical establishment. I hold them in high
esteem. Sometimes, however, it seems like they’re fishing in the
dark. If there’s the slightest problem they throw antibiotics at it.
I’ll see how this goes but so far none of the medicine has made a significant
difference. I had mentioned the other day in my blog how my 12 year old
daughter has been such a help shopping while I haven’t been able to speak.
She’s at school right now and I need to pick up my prescriptions. That
should be fun. I tried picking one up last night at the drive
through. I had to open my car door and put my mouth right next to the
speaker for them to hear. Then they misunderstood what I was saying and I
had to keep repeating myself in a softer and softer tone as what little voice I
had faded. After five tries they finally understood my birthday and were
able to tell me…that the medicine was not in the store and I had to come back
today. Seriously? After all that? I know they have to make
sure you’re the right person before dispensing information but that seems like a
lot to go through to find out you are wasting your time. It’s not the
pharmacist’s fault. It’s just frustrating. Fortunately, the one
thing I can do at this time is writing. There is plenty of editing still
to do on “Sapphire Crucible” so I can stay busy without saying a word.
When you edit your book it’s amazing how many changes need to be made.
Sometimes you feel like you should get credit for the things you did
right. Still, most of the changes are minor and often times not
necessarily errors but ways to make the book flow better. Editors are kind
of like doctors. Even though they may be doing something to you that hurts
at the time, they have your best interests at heart and you need to remember
they are there to help. While I do my edits, I will dream of the good old
days when I could speak freely and wait for those days to return.
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