Sign of the time

When I awakened from a nap yesterday, I broke down and called Doc. I figured I would tell his nurse my symptoms and he would phone in an antibiotic for me.

Well, I was wrong. The nurse called me back and asked how fast I could get there.

So off I go with a smelly body and limp hair; hufffing and puffing all the way.

Doc confirmed what I already knew -- I have bronchitis. He listened for a very long time to my right lung and had me saying "one." Then out comes the Medrol shot and the Xopenex for a breathing treatment.

He gives me a written list of what I am to do and how often. He sent me home with abx, Xopenex for nebulizer and prednisone. All samples.

I am to call him today to see how I am doing. But so far, I feel about the same. At least I am no worse. Have I mentioned lately how much I like and appreciate Doc?

K sent me the most adorable bag, which she had repurposed. She oozes talent. She probably will have a laughing fit when she sees what I am sending her.

I will be tied up most of the day doing meds. Sheesh. I imagine I will work in a nap or two as well.

I miss you like crazy, Dude.

Later.