The Medicine of My People
I am tired of being sick.
I thought the fever was gone on Thursday, by Friday it had spiked up to over 103. I finally let Michael take me to the emergency clinic, and I'm now popping 2000 mg. antibiotic pills that I'm pretty sure were originally designed for ingestion by an animal of the size equivalent to at least a horse.
I'm also now reminded of why I could never be bulimic. I'm also having to down anti-nausea pills to keep the antibiotics down. Oh, and decongestants to break up the stuff in my chest - and I don't know - some other pills - and I'm starting to look like a little old lady with my purse full of pills.
I've slept probably 90% of the day for the last four days, and you know what, I'm tired of sleeping. Sleeping is making me exhausted.
Perhaps the reason I'm still sick is that I haven't had any Campbell's Chicken Soup, Dayquil or Sprite... the medicine of my people.
So, thanks for those of you who've emailed and such to check in on me - I'm here, I'm alive (barely) but I'm here.
Thanks for the input on the cell service. I now have a magenta Razr - with service through T-Mobile.