I am, if nothing else, slightly resourceful. I am out of vaseline and my nose is raw. I have grown tired of the burning, painful sensation and thus I have liberally applied some Dove conditioner. Guess what! It works!
So, I'm proud of myself. I not only managed to eat (mmmm...steamed carrots mildly flavored with nutmeg), but I also managed to dress. Of course, I didn't dress until about ten minutes ago, but that does little to diminish my buoyant mood at having accomplished so much.
Whatever these drugs are, they seem to be working some. I can even walk around a bit without setting my lungs on fire. I thought about doing some situps and whatnot, but I'm not actually dumb enough to put my weak, aching body through that just yet.
I'm going to try to get my stomach accustomed to eating solid food again. My doctor is probably going to flip out like a ninja when he learns that I've lost fifteen pounds in less than a week. He can't actually chew me out, though. My body is adjusting to the medicine and then there's the liquid-only diet the hospital had me on. I can honestly advise him that I haven't even set foot in a gym within the last week.
I'm glad to have a doctor who cares enough to give me whatfor, though. It's nice. Not that he's overly nice. In fact, he can be down right mean, but he's ten days older than dirt. He's mean. We all know it, but just as we adore Shirley MacLaine's caustic characters, Ol' DB is a fixture in our hearts.
Well, I think I'm going to get naked again and let my body soak in a steaming hot tub of water. I know, I know... I wasted all that energy getting dressed just so I can waste more energy getting undressed. Doesn't make sense, but neither does the combination of medicines I'm taking... I'm on some steroids to help me breathe, but it lowers my immune system. I'm taking the ZPak and some other antibiotics to help with the inflamation, the strep, and whatever other infections I have in my body, but these pills cause difficulty breathing...
Clear as mud, right?
