Pepper and I are in the midst of our annual Christmas Cold and Sinus Infection Extravaganza. I thought we might escape it this year because it didn't strike until New Year's Eve, but, noooo. It was just teasing us and landed on us with all four feet as we headed back home.
I was afraid I'd bleed out through the nose and someone would have to change the icky sheets (I know -- TMI. Sorry, but this is really how I think sometimes), so I broke down and went to the doc yesterday. She armed me with Amoxicillin and nasal spray to supplement the Coricidin HBP.
I always hate the second day of antibiotics. The biotics rise up in self-defense and fight back hard, turning one's body into a sore and battered battlefield for a day or two. Then the meds usually take the high ground, and one begins to feel better on day 4 or 5. So, listen up, microbes -- you stand no chance, so why don't you just give up and surrender peaceably now? You know you can't win -- so, why engage in shock and awe just for effect's sake?
Toward the end of his military career, Pepper traveled quite a bit and came to refer to commercial airplanes as "silver flying pathogen tubes." I think he might have been onto something there, and the same general idea (although an earthbound version) might apply to the homes of friends and family during the holidays.
Oh, well. At least my misery is not compounded by the agony of a Razorback defeat in the Cotton Bowl! Despite what the FOX sportscasters might have preferred, the Hogs whomped up big time on the Kansas State Undomesticated Pussycats!
Now, I think that a Saints victory tonight over the Lion Cubs, followed by an LSU drubbing of St. Nick on Monday might be just the little bit of extra tonic I need to make a full recovery before donning my nurse's cap to take care of Pepper next week after his rather extensive oral surgery.
Perhaps we should start referring to Moogie's Mansion as Mayo South.