Aw, nuts

So today I went to see my GP (whom I have known for many years) and did the classic, "Aaaah...!" with the tongue depressor. He pressed on my sinus cavities (forehead, under the eyes) and gland areas (under the jaw) and asked, "Does this hurt?"

Um, why YES, it does actually!!!

Okay, so I understand why he needs to do that, but isn't it morbidly humorous when doctors press on an injured area (say, like when you're in the ER and you just broke or sprained something or might have appendicitis) and ask calmly, "Dozzat hurt?"

So according to my GP, I have picked up a trifecta of infections (sinus, throat, and bronchial -- but no fluid in the lungs: that's my sweetie) and have been therefore started on a 10-day course of horse pills, er, I mean, antibiotics. (Please note that they are actually ever so slightly WIDER than a quarter, when I put one on top of the coin.) Thankfully, they must have some kind of coating, since otherwise I cannot imagine how much fun it would be to swallow that twice a day with a sore throat.

Yes, my sweetie has been battling a nasty case of bronchitis all month, or "pre-pneumonia" as his GP calls it (i.e., had he waited any longer to go see the doc, it WOULD have been pneumonia) and is now back on his own course of (smaller-sized) antibiotics for round two. Don't we make a lovely couple?

So for the moment, we are exclusively a phone relationship, since the last thing we need to to catch each other's bug.

My mom is convinced he made me sick, since to her all respiratory infections are the same animal, even though I protest that we have completely different symptoms and medications. Heh.

Her mom gene kicked in an she asked me to go stay with her so she can coddle me. Since my GP looked very unhappy when I suggested returning to work this week (i.e., and possibly infecting my coworkers), I pointed out to her that I really, really didn't want to make her sick either.

So I will stay home for the rest of the week (with a doctor's note -- something I haven't gotten since grade school... or come to think of it, last January, 362 days ago, when I went out on disability!) but I will check in with my boss tomorrow morning and see if there I something I can work on remotely from home, since (a) daytime TV is rotting my brain, and (b) when your department is cut in half by layoffs (Dec-2008) every nemaining person's absence is felt if they're out for more than one day.

In the meantime, here are photos of oven-roasted peanuts I made the other day when I found a previously opened can of salted peanuts that had gone a little stale. Alas, I left them in the oven just a few seconds too long (maybe 10-15?) and they turned out "well done" though still tasty and no longer stale. Heh.

Okay, it is now WAY past bedtime for me, but since I wind up coughing half the night no matter what, you can see why going to bed early doesn't necessarily equate to a lot of rest, right?