Friday, September 26, 2014
Along about Wednesday, I was pretty much over everything, except that as usual my sinuses are still complaining. A LOT of thick phlegm coming down from the sinuses, down to sit on top of the soft palate, and choke me. I'm snorking and glurking to get it down and out, and if and when it escapes and goes on down the back of my throat and hits the epiglottis, I cough. And choke some more.
But I don't think there's any active infection any more.
I've learned by experience that when it's just the sinuses, I can't use a decongestant. If the sinuses get too dry before they've finished complaining, I'm inviting a bacterial infection. So I just have to wait until they calm down on their own. This is all a result of a massive sinus infection in the early '80s, that scarred stuff up in there so they don't drain right. Hot drinks can help, but not much else. A neti pot would make things worse, since I don't drain right.
I finally caught up with Daughter on Tuesday (they had been out almost every day since the Friday before), and she said they'd all been sick all weekend. (Not as sick as I had been, I guess, because it didn't seem to have slowed them down any. No, I don't know where they went or what they'd been doing - I'm not allowed to ask.)
I cracked Hercules up by mentioning that on Sunday I was sneezing so hard I gave up on underpants.
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Friday, September 26, 2014
Monday, September 22, 2014
3979 Sniffle Update
Monday, September 22, 2014
Friday was hot soft palate.
Saturday was stuffy nose.
Sunday the nose was a gusher with tremendous sneezes.
Today nose is dry, a little bit of burning in the back of the throat. Some sneezing and a few coughs.
I'm not sure how to tell when or if it goes into my chest. If it doesn't I'll be fine. If it does I could be in trouble.
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Time sneaks up on you like
a windshield on a bug.
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Friday was hot soft palate.
Saturday was stuffy nose.
Sunday the nose was a gusher with tremendous sneezes.
Today nose is dry, a little bit of burning in the back of the throat. Some sneezing and a few coughs.
I'm not sure how to tell when or if it goes into my chest. If it doesn't I'll be fine. If it does I could be in trouble.
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Sunday, September 21, 2014
3978 I don't get it
Sunday, September 21, 2014
I am reading Harriette Simpson Arnow's Hunter's Horn. It's about a hardscrabble mountain farm family in the early 1940s Kentucky. There's lots of small things I don't understand, but one is driving me crazy. The family is going into their second winter without meat. This winter, at least, they do have plenty of corn, beans, and so on after having nearly starved the winter before, but due to various problems they will likely still have no meat until the next autumn. The mother and horde of children miss it terribly.
They define meat as pork, mutton, beef, and chicken. And that's pretty much it.
What's driving me nuts is why do they never think about rabbit, possum, or squirrel? Plenty of them around, and they can trap them, they don't need to use up bullets. What about fish? And if they can afford a few bullets, how about deer?
They train hounds to chase fox, and sneer at dogs who go after rabbits. I dunno - if I were starving for meat I'd pure-D appreciate a dog who brought home a rabbit every few days.
When I was in high school in the mountains, many of my classmates ran trap lines every morning before school, and I have eaten rabbit, squirrel, possum, and raccoon (raccoon was not very good) when I visited classmates' homes.
I don't get it. Every time some character in the book complains about no meat, I want to yell at them.
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GUILT is about what you have done or not done. You did something wrong.
SHAME is about you as a person. You are something wrong.
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SHAME is about you as a person. You are something wrong.
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I am reading Harriette Simpson Arnow's Hunter's Horn. It's about a hardscrabble mountain farm family in the early 1940s Kentucky. There's lots of small things I don't understand, but one is driving me crazy. The family is going into their second winter without meat. This winter, at least, they do have plenty of corn, beans, and so on after having nearly starved the winter before, but due to various problems they will likely still have no meat until the next autumn. The mother and horde of children miss it terribly.
They define meat as pork, mutton, beef, and chicken. And that's pretty much it.
What's driving me nuts is why do they never think about rabbit, possum, or squirrel? Plenty of them around, and they can trap them, they don't need to use up bullets. What about fish? And if they can afford a few bullets, how about deer?
They train hounds to chase fox, and sneer at dogs who go after rabbits. I dunno - if I were starving for meat I'd pure-D appreciate a dog who brought home a rabbit every few days.
When I was in high school in the mountains, many of my classmates ran trap lines every morning before school, and I have eaten rabbit, squirrel, possum, and raccoon (raccoon was not very good) when I visited classmates' homes.
I don't get it. Every time some character in the book complains about no meat, I want to yell at them.
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3977 The good, the bad, and the sniffles.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Two visits to the BMW dealership last week. It should be fixed now. It was the same code as last time, so they charged nothing to fix it. They gave me a 300-series loaner while they reprogrammed the computer and tested it. The300 ride is very smooth, amazing, but I still prefer my little sportster. I like to feel the road and hear the motor. It feels safer.
On Thursday, Daughter said there's some kind of virus going around, starts out like a head cold, and can go into pneumonia. She wanted me to be sure to tell her if I got sick so she could "doctor me". I guess she's worried that I might do like right after Sandy, when I got sicker and sicker and didn't say anything until I was on the verge of death (according to the ER doctor).
Friday my soft palate got hot.
Saturday my nose stuffed up.
Today it's not stuffed, it's running like mad. I took a nasal decongestant, but it doesn't seem to have done anything. I'm sneezing hard, a lot. I don't seem to have a fever - but I'm not positive because all my digital thermometers are weirded out. They are starting to lie. I really really prefer the old mercury column (or alcohol) stick thermometers, those things stay accurate forever, but they're next to impossible to find any more. Anyway, I rarely run a fever anyway, no matter what's going on.
Of course, I haven't seen Daughter since Thursday. She's always out. And I'm not going to call her for just sniffles.
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Silence is golden, unless
you have a puppy. Then silence is suspicious. Very, very
suspicious.
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Two visits to the BMW dealership last week. It should be fixed now. It was the same code as last time, so they charged nothing to fix it. They gave me a 300-series loaner while they reprogrammed the computer and tested it. The300 ride is very smooth, amazing, but I still prefer my little sportster. I like to feel the road and hear the motor. It feels safer.
On Thursday, Daughter said there's some kind of virus going around, starts out like a head cold, and can go into pneumonia. She wanted me to be sure to tell her if I got sick so she could "doctor me". I guess she's worried that I might do like right after Sandy, when I got sicker and sicker and didn't say anything until I was on the verge of death (according to the ER doctor).
Friday my soft palate got hot.
Saturday my nose stuffed up.
Today it's not stuffed, it's running like mad. I took a nasal decongestant, but it doesn't seem to have done anything. I'm sneezing hard, a lot. I don't seem to have a fever - but I'm not positive because all my digital thermometers are weirded out. They are starting to lie. I really really prefer the old mercury column (or alcohol) stick thermometers, those things stay accurate forever, but they're next to impossible to find any more. Anyway, I rarely run a fever anyway, no matter what's going on.
Of course, I haven't seen Daughter since Thursday. She's always out. And I'm not going to call her for just sniffles.
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