Sunday, April 26, 2009

I Am (Not) An Animal

Nothing quite like an unexpected facial disfigurement to wake you right up.
I woke up this morning to a very scary looking infection, which, yesterday, I figured was just an icky zit, but, it is bigger than a quarter and growing, and the entire right side of my face tooks like I took a hard punch to the mouth.  Weird, weird, weird...
Power-shooting antibiotics is not my idea of a leisurely Sunday, but hey, at least they don't have to cut my face off.  Actually, I suppose it is a good thing that it is on my face, because I would have ignored it if it was anywhere else.
Do you think I can milk this for a day or two, and get people to wait on me?  Because that is my ultimate goal in life, as you know...


  1. I think you can milk it for at least a few days. It's your FACE for god's sake.

  2. And of course, the first round of anti-biotics is doing ZIP. So, I'm off to the doctor again, and if you don't hear from me, that means I hooked up to an IV somewhere...

  3. IV Antibiotics should garner you some serious hand and foot waiting!

    Wine & Chocolate too...

  4. Is it the swine flu?

  5. No, but it would seem that half of the metro now thinks that THEY HAVE THE SWINE FLU, and they were crowding the ERs yesterday, which is why when I went there with my legitimate, life threatening infection, I had to wait almost four hours while they weeded through the hypochondiacs.


    I'll explain more, later.


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