So Much To Tell; So Little Energy
Church Street: Transfiguration Anglican/Episcopal Church

On The Mend

Two days back at work and it feels like I've been here forever.

I am, however, much better. A visit to the doctor resulted in a confirmation of the bronchitis diagnosis and three prescriptions: an albuterol inhaler, a z-pack, and a nice big bottle of codeine cough syrup.


Our doc is pretty amusing. He is -- and you might think this would be a odd thing for an internist to be -- a germophobe. As soon as we walked in the office, the receptionist handed us masks. We got to see the doc together, kind of like a couples massage only not nearly as much fun.

The doc came in, also wearing a mask, and proceeded to examine us, one after the other. It took me a couple of visits, but I finally learned that the correct answer to his questions is "Yes." As in:

"Do you want an inhaler?" "Yes."

"I'm not sure whether this is viral or bacterial. Do you want a z-pack?" "Yes."

"Are you coughing a lot? Do you want some cough syrup?" "Yes, and YES!"

That cough syrup is righteous, let me tell you. Two teaspoons and I am floating on a lovely pink cloud. Joe took some before he went to work yesterday and I have no idea how he made it through. I would have been face down on my desk humming a merry little tune. I dosed myself last night about 10 o'clock and by the time the Daily Show came on I was semi-comatose. I went up to bed around midnight, thought briefly about turning on the TV, decided against it, and by the time my head hit the pillow I was gone, off to a far better place.

I slept straight through until 6:30 this morning and woke up feeling better than I have in days. I still have some chest congestion, but the wheezing is almost gone and my snoot is pretty much clear.

Even better news came from my ENT. I went to see him right after I saw my internist, a routine appointment to check on my various dizziness ailments. My hearing is fine (except for the ever-present high-pitched whine of my tinnitus) and there's no evidence of Meniere's or BPPV for the moment. I don't have to go back for a whole year.


Ear doc also noticed the bronchitis, but on examining my throat and ears pronounced me on the recovery side of the that particular equation.

But no sense in not helping things along; after all, better living through chemistry!