A rainy morning in Tucson. The mountains are hidden in clouds and all is gray. A good day to nurse a cold.
Thursday and Friday I felt a chest cold coming on but felt well enough to go for a bicycle ride Saturday. I’m sure the ride had nothing to do with it, but I came home with laryngitis, and now I’m working my way through the medicine cabinet pharmacopeia. Poor Donna’s just coming out from under a cold so we had a lot of non-prescription stuff in the first place; our friend Mary Ann brought over a bunch more. Zicam, Sudafed, Robitussin . . . bring it on!
I keep hearing they’re (who’re? DEA? ATF? FBI?) going to make all the strong stuff . . . the good stuff they keep behind the pharmacy counter because you can make meth out of it . . . prescription only. Damn that Obama!
Well, at least we’re close enough to Mexico to make drug runs into Nogales. I go down once a year anyway to freshen our supply of amoxicillin; if they make it so I can’t get Sudafed here without a prescription I can always buy it south of the border.
Speaking of Mexican drugs, the cat bit me a couple of months ago (I was trying out one of those furminator(?) brushes on her, and she didn’t want anything to do with it). She gave me a deep puncture wound on the ball of my thumb and it immediately became infected. I started taking amoxicillin and it cleared right up. Amoxicillin and 800 mg Ibuprofen tablets . . . great things to have on hand!
Whatever, life can’t stop for colds. Donna tells me there’s some sort of football game on TV later today, and I’ve been enlisted to deep fry a few dozen chicken wings for all the company she’s invited over. I do love me some wings; I only hope I’ll be able to taste them. And I’d better remember not to kiss our guests . . . or cough on them, or sneeze.
If you’re back East under two feet of snow, I hope you have plenty of food and drink on hand, and that you won’t have to drive anywhere until the roads are clear. Hunker down and wait it out, which is pretty much what I’m doing today.