Wired Sage

I went to the Doctor and he told me I had a cute bronchitis. Personally I found nothing ‘cute’ about my recent affliction with Bronchitis. The Doctor insisted however, it was a cute one. I told him that I personally felt it was particularly ugly. I did get a chuckle out of him. But then he also laughs when I throw my arms up in the air and say, “Doc it really hurts when I do this!” He’s probably just laughing at me, not with me.

I suffered for a week without visiting the doctor. Well, maybe not suffered, toughed it out is more like it. I coughed up something with the consistency of silly-putty and decided it was time to enlist the help of our modern medical establishment. I went to the Doctor for round one of antibiotics, the wimpy ones — a 5 day z-pack (azithyromycin). It was no help at all. When the z-pack ran out I went back to the Doctor for round 2 — a 10 day treatment of Omnicef. Which actually offered some relief. The whole time I was also taking other medications to help the symptoms, ibuprofen for the swelling in my lungs, Tylenol for pain and fever, and Advir inhaler which is a steroid used to open up the bronchi to help clear the crap out of there.

Now, imagine being sick enough to want to lay in bed all day, but well enough to sit at a desk and type. Then imagine a rotten economy, mergers, Internet operations, Internet security, production support, and all the stress that would go along with those. Yes. I worked through my sickness. And, as lousy as I sounded, with my barking cough, I really only got sympathy from a handful of individuals at work. That’s how stressed everyone is.

This is the beginning of week number five (#5) and I’m just starting to feel better. All of my hobbies and recreational activities have fallen by the way side. I’m behind on the myriad of video projects I’ve promised folks. I feel like I’ve just woken from a dream about a tornado and a strange world with flying monkeys.

I’m here. If you missed me, write to me.