Trifecta! Kind Of
On Friday, I started to feel sore-throaty and sinus burney. Know what I mean? Anywhoodle, by Saturday morning, my throat felt scrubbed with sandpaper by 50 midgets. My sinuses were in the epicenter of an erupting volcano . The hacking was akin to a crack addict who smokes Pall Mall non-filters in between fixes. That said....
Sunday, the games continued, menses began. All I needed was a yeast infection, and as a friend noted this morning, I would've had a trifecta.
Though I rarely take penicillin for fear of developing an immunity to it, I caved and called my doctor for a Zpack and a cough suppressant.
I am on the mend, fab. Downside, the cough suppressant had an opiate (who knew?!). I am opiate intolerant unless I take it with an anti-nausea back.
What a weekend.
By tomorrow I should feel like a brand spankin' new Jew.
It's time for Katie to make herself horizontal again. More dish latah.
Comments
we still like the old one!
get well
That will cost $50 n Fairfax.
JDC
Take two halkas (with chicken soup, natch) and call me in the morning.
And, while you're on the phone: Nu? Call your mother. It's not like you can feel worse.
"I am opiate intolerant unless I take it with an anti-nausea back."
...with you, I believe that. Amy Winehouse? Not so much.
Feel better.