This Isn't Going Away

Yeah, no such thing as a 24 hour sinus infection.  More like 24 days that feels like 24 months.  I saw someone yesterday to get on antibiotics.  I had them before.  Always seemed like they ran out too fast but if they can help ease me along for the next week, I'll take it.

It was really quiet when I went into the clinic yesterday.  Guessing a lot of doctors are out on spring break so I wound up seeing a physician's assistant which is fine with me.  I don't stray from my doctors but if I need something like that, I got to go with whoever will take me. I probably should have went to the urgent care we have in the area on Saturday but I thought this might be a weird fluke and I'm on the mend.  Every time I kept thinking I was ok I'd have a coughing fit.  I definitely don't recommend this diet.  At least I'm not gaining weight.  Been living on fruit bars, pretty much. I usually regret it when I try something like a slice of cheese.

I probably should have moved my hair cut to next week but chances are, there will still be a lingering cough.  I wish they had weekend appointments but it's fine.  I'll ask for water for my appointment and hope the antibiotics are kicking in more.  I haven't been on them a full 24 hours yet and I do feel some improvement.  It's that catch you by surprise cough that has a smoker's feel to it that gets me.  Makes me think of gym class when I ran relays and I was so winded the gym teacher told me to quit smoker with the other burn outs. I didn't smoke, jackass.  I swear I had the lung capacity of a 2 year old when it came to running in PE.  I wasn't fat back then either.  I just liked the couch better than running outside with the other kids.  

We'll see if the lurker stuck her nose where it didn't belong.  There is an attempt to make things nicer amongst us and you know, I can play along but that's not how trust gets built back up.  Learn your boundaries.  Come across as more sincere.  It's just after how many years you expect a miracle to happen?  It's not happening here but I can make nice.  I wish things would have been better, but here we are.  

I didn't have Kristi Noem's husband being a cross dresser on my bingo card.  It makes sense.  The ones that ban drag shows or discriminate against LGBTQ seem to have a family member involved in a same sex scandal or has a husband who wears their high heels.  Looks like that's Kristi Noem.  

People are weird.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  I got to hydrate.  

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