Malicious Microbes

The new year has not begun auspiciously. The Bad Germs got back in my lungs and I have been in bed. Now, granted, being in bed is not your grandmother's bed! Being in bed means being surrounded by every techno-toy possible.

The bed resembles control central--laptop, new netbook, cell phone, portable phone, TV and remote control, iPod and radio. What is missing? MY CAMERA!! So, in addition to being pretty ill, I'm going through camera withdrawal. I figured that being out of action for so long would be the perfect time to send it out for "tweaking." There is never a good time for the camera to be gone but there's not much to shoot from a sickbed.

We are also getting badly needed rain--lots and lots of rain. The 18th fairway is under water! Picture to follow somehow.

After 3 weeks of this mess I went to the doctor. He said I was a hair away from being admitted to the hospital. He uses alarmist language because he knows I'm basically an uncooperative patient. He also knows I'm scared to death of hospitals because there are so many sick people there. And where there are sick people, there are GERMS!!!

What I wanted to blog about was the prescriptions I came home with. Wham-O antibiotics, check. Prednizone, check. Cough syrup, check. Inhaler, check. The total for the Prednizone was $3. The total for one bottle of the cough syrup was $200.00!!!! Are you kidding? The co-pay was $140.00!

My immediate thought was Wow!This must be some pretty good stuff-- should I take it or trade it?" Curiosity and total exhaustion from coughing made me keep it. I was expecting the best stuff since the 60ies. Well, 1 teaspoon later----nothing. No bright colors, no deep insights, no heightened senses. Just no coughing. Couldn't a good single malt have done the same thing? Granny would have said so--just add a little honey and hot water.

But the one little pill of Prednizone had the most effect. For the first time I'm starting to be able to get enough air to function(aka TALK). Go figure--for $3.00. We are so fortunate to have the health care we do.

Meanwhile, I continue to frequent my chat room cyberfriends, watch boring TV, and listen to Rush Limbaugh. However, I think things will pick up and I'll be able to return to blogs of SeniorLand, rainstorms and their aftermath, and just regular musings.

A special thank you to Mr T who has been a saint for the last 3 weeks and the dozens of quail who come right outside my bedroom door to eat the seed under the table. They are wonderful entertainment and for that courtesy to me, I won't eat them.