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auntbijouWell, it looks like I'm going to live.
I went to the doctor. It's not pneumonia. It's just a honking bad case of bronchitis, and at first, the PA was going to send me home with the usual, "Plenty of rest, plenty of liquids," mantra until I started coughing and, well, let's just say she looked at the disgusting mess I left in the vicinity of my chart and said, "Oooo... okay, change of plans. Antibiotics. Because brown is not a good color."
No. It ain't.
So, I'm on antibiotics, and a good goop thinner which won't put me in an altered state of mind (not a good idea with my demon spawn around). And bed rest, of course (HA! like that will happen).
And no, no flu shots for Auntie, for those who asked. Not until I'm completely over this.
*crawls back into bed and pulls covers over her head*
I went to the doctor. It's not pneumonia. It's just a honking bad case of bronchitis, and at first, the PA was going to send me home with the usual, "Plenty of rest, plenty of liquids," mantra until I started coughing and, well, let's just say she looked at the disgusting mess I left in the vicinity of my chart and said, "Oooo... okay, change of plans. Antibiotics. Because brown is not a good color."
No. It ain't.
So, I'm on antibiotics, and a good goop thinner which won't put me in an altered state of mind (not a good idea with my demon spawn around). And bed rest, of course (HA! like that will happen).
And no, no flu shots for Auntie, for those who asked. Not until I'm completely over this.
*crawls back into bed and pulls covers over her head*
