Cut me, Mick
After hacking and coughing through another slumber period, I awoke on Sunday looking like Rocky Balboa at the end of Round 14. I was able to pry my eyelashes open with a razor blade and
Kidding! That's just a movie! Used a sterilized cotton swab and rubber gloves and butterfly wings, I swear!
But my eye was still full of goop and pink in the lower hemirant. (Two quadrants.) So I did the noble thing and went to work for 7 hours. No need to be spreading germs at home.
NyQuil was no use to me last night, with wheezing 10- and 12-bullet tight-chested uncontrollable machine gun coughs forcing me to hack into my pillow or sit upright to its eventual halt to get some air in. Speaking of air in, at least my I didn't wake up my daughter a thousand times each night (no, that present is reserved for the wife). Though she was up from 2 to 3:30 after teasing us by pitching a complete game the night before, if you'll allow the baseball analogy (go Nats! 1-8 to start the year!).
So I reported to the flight surgeon first thing this morning, without even changing into uniform first. LOOK AT ME, I said to the person at the window, who immediately grabbed a phone and called a doctor and cowered in the corner behind a filing cabinet until I was whisked away.
Diagnosed with conjunctivitis and borderline pneumonia (pulse ox only 97%, where 95% is trouble), he loaded me up with four more medications including one with codeine, which, it may surprise you to note if you've read this entire post, I've not yet taken.
Kidding! That's just a movie! Used a sterilized cotton swab and rubber gloves and butterfly wings, I swear!
But my eye was still full of goop and pink in the lower hemirant. (Two quadrants.) So I did the noble thing and went to work for 7 hours. No need to be spreading germs at home.
NyQuil was no use to me last night, with wheezing 10- and 12-bullet tight-chested uncontrollable machine gun coughs forcing me to hack into my pillow or sit upright to its eventual halt to get some air in. Speaking of air in, at least my I didn't wake up my daughter a thousand times each night (no, that present is reserved for the wife). Though she was up from 2 to 3:30 after teasing us by pitching a complete game the night before, if you'll allow the baseball analogy (go Nats! 1-8 to start the year!).
So I reported to the flight surgeon first thing this morning, without even changing into uniform first. LOOK AT ME, I said to the person at the window, who immediately grabbed a phone and called a doctor and cowered in the corner behind a filing cabinet until I was whisked away.
Diagnosed with conjunctivitis and borderline pneumonia (pulse ox only 97%, where 95% is trouble), he loaded me up with four more medications including one with codeine, which, it may surprise you to note if you've read this entire post, I've not yet taken.
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