We took off from the gym this morning, and I had a terrible night last night. I had a fever, chills, and that horrible throat/chest gurgle. Mary went through her medical supplies and put some pills in me. I hit the sack really early and felt much better this morning. I must admit, I was worried about the bottles that said “Bat Wings” and “Eye Of Neut”. The checked legs, however, did not phase me one bit. I was glad she ran the concoction through a strainer.
We went to the pulmonologist, who is an OUTSTANDING doctor. He is on the crusty side (meaning he is old and to the point), so Mary and I hit it off with him! He adjusted my CPAP machine and also prescribed some antibiotics for the damned recurring bronchitis!
Doing nothing made me feel philosophical, and I found this good set of rules!
Joe was over last night and fixed the roof cover, but we did not hear him! He knew I was sick and came to find out; he brought his ladder, got up on the roof from the front, tippy-toed around, and departed without saying anything. He is a good son, and I am so proud of him for being considerate.
