Well, the head cold that spread into
my sinuses claimed another victim: Emily got the cold even worse than I did,
although if she follows my history it shouldn’t last terribly long (unless it
spreads into her sinuses).
As for me, yesterday the doctor put
two more shots of antibiotics into my derriere or, as Hawkeye Pierce put it,
the back of my front. If you include my allergy shots, that means I’ve had six
shots in three places in three days … or four places, if you count each cheek
separately. The difference is, antibiotic shots feel for a while like being
kicked by an angry mule—twice.
Still, sinus infections aren’t
unheard of after this surgery, and the doc tells me my sore throat is actually
good news, in a way—my sinus passages are already draining better than they
used to. I’ve decided to think of this bout of ick not as how the New Year
starts, but as a way of saying good riddance to the old year. Naturally, I’m
not so dumb as to say 2016 can only be better.
Ouch!
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If only: I had to work through the new year. And we're getting our asses handed to us.
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