From Bard to Verse...

Sorry for the horrible pun, but, while I was trying to force myself to make sense of William Carlos Williams (and if one is having trouble understanding William Carlos Williams, then one should be concerned), I realized that I was not feeling better. I went to bed. Woke up around midnight and felt bloody awful. Fever back up. dizzy, etc. I force myself, after gargling salt water, etc, to go back to bed. I'm stuck in a never ending dream where I'm looking at my brain, which is clogged, huge, and sitting on the floor, covered by bumperstickers, and all the while a song lyric plays on endless repeat: "In letters of gold on a snow white kite/ I will write the words 'I love you'/ And send it soaring high above you/ For all to read." By morning, I was at the end of my rope and could hardly move, hated this flu more than I'll ever be able to express. Worse, I was coughing up blood too, so it looked like something else might be up. Davo the Consumptive. Diptheria Davo. I drove all the way up to Purdue Health Care, since they're now in charge of me, and it turns out that I have a chest infection and an infected ear. I now have new drugs and hopefully that will do the trick.

The pharmacist mentioned that the cough medicine they gave me could make me drowsy, but I thought nothing of it, considering I was used to antihistamines, etc. I took some right away and drove off for Indy. About halfway home, I started feeling all warm and snuggly; the best, most wonderfully delicious feeling that one gets when settling in for sleep. I managed to keep awake through the drive home and went directly to bed. Turns out I had spaced the fact that the cough syrup also had a relaxing agent in it. Bad Davo. I'm feeling better, but I tell ya, folks, for all who can hear--don't skip your flu shot! Somehow I thought I'd take the gamble this year and I've ended up spending over twice the amount of the flu shot on meds. And then there's the price of one's misery. Phooey. It's the vaccine route for me from here on out.