No, I’m not drunk.
I am, however, dosing myself with Zithromax. I have a spare Z-Pak lying around from a year or so ago, it was prescribed for Andy but, as I often do, I waited a day or so to see if he got better (meaning what he had was viral). He did, but I filled the scrip anyway, you know, to have.
This cold hasn’t gotten any better, in fact I’ve been feeling progressively worse. It’s moving into my ears, I can feel it tickling my voice box. Last time this happened, I ended up with pneumonia. My options were to either go to the doctor, pay a copay, and risk her lecturing me on how it may be viral and I should wait it out (which, as I said, is my standard MO anyway) or I can just start the Z-Pak and hope it works. Obviously, I’m going with the second option. This is the worst time of year to be sick, especially this year, when I have 2 family parties to plan, and assorted other obligations. A sinus/ear/bronchial infection is simply unacceptable. So I find myself hoping this thing is bacterial. Ugh.
In other news, I’m having major issues trying to get the rug I ordered for my dining room. I’ll save you the long sordid tale, which involves two rugs (I need one) and charges for both on my credit card, and the one I don’t want sitting in my garage while the one I do want apparently sits in shipping limbo. I’ll even refrain from mentioning the retailer… yet. They’ve got another week to fix this problem, or I’ll be mighty, mighty pissed off.