Turn Your Head And ….
Cough.
Cough. Cough Hack!
Chris & I have gotten over our colds. Praise the Agnostic gods! Two weeks of unmentionable goo emanating from our collective heads. How can such mass quantities of this viscose gunk come from such a dark damp tiny place? Two boxes of Kleenex later ….
I felt bad for Chris. He had to go to work through all this. He trudged off to his workplace, and trudged home feeling equally as bad. I though, was able to stay at home and rest. Not that it did much good, other than not infecting any of my clients with this biological weapon that was my head. Cough. Cough. Hack!
I would like to know … who came up with this ten day rule for using antibiotics? Was it my doctor? Was it an unnamed unindicted co-conspirator? We both had to endure ten days of misery for an obvious sinus infection gone bad! Oh well … at least we got them. Three days of über-biotics did the trick. Now couldn’t that have happened seven days earlier?
Life as we knew it is returning to normal.
A cadre of landscapers are here”scaping” our lawn. Well … maybe they’re not all landscapers. More appropriately stated … there are a bunch of “workers” cutting the lawn for the landscaping company. Or maybe even more accurately …. they’re just a bunch of illegal immigrants working on their $5,000.00 for Senior Bush. Someone has to do the job. Someone has to breath in those carbon monoxide fumes while riding those mowers.
Cough. Cough. Hack!
