Steam Heat

There are things that are worse when you're younger, and those that are worse when you are older.

It's harder to wait for Christmas to arrive at age 8 than at age 48.

Having a fever as an adult is way, way harder than when you were a kid.

Or at least, that is my experience.

I am now battling my second bout with what I can only describe as "the crud" since early May.  It's sinus and lungs, and last night it threw a fever into the mix.  That's where I draw the line.  It's one thing to feel muddled in the brain, it's another to be experiencing chills in 90 degree weather.

Thankfully, a shot of NyQuil (well, generic, but whatever) and two Advil (also generic) got me to sleep, and the fever subsided at some point in the night.  But my chest is still wheezing like a broken harmonica, and it hurts when I cough. And breathe through my nose.

So I made an appointment at the Doc In a Box (urgent care) for this afternoon, in hopes that they will give me a shot of steroids and a script for some Amoxicillin or similar*. 

That's my hope, and I honestly think I'll manage to get it.  I can be very persuasive.  I am also thinking I may grab myself a little lunch while I'm out.  My goal is to feel better enough by the weekend that I can go do... something.  Anything, really.

We had talked about a little mini-vacation, but given my current state, that may be on hold.  Plus, where to go, really?

Last night, speaking of fun stuff, we went to the soccer match between Switzerland and the US Men's National team - a send-off match.  Well, Switzerland won, handily.  4-0.  It was fun, despite the aforementioned fever that struck not long after we settled into our seats.

The other highlight was dinner at the game.  Stadium food has really come up in the world.  We had hot dogs from a place called Daddy's Dogs -  a local frankfurter purveyor who really kills and crushes it - mine had peaches, jalapenos, onions bacon and cream cheese.   That may sound gross, but it worked.

Photo Stolen from The Tennessean

Trust the process, friends.

Speaking of processes, I am in the process of finding someone to come do some work on the cabin.  It needs more than my sad carpentry/plumbing/electrical skills can offer - even if I took all of Matt's tools and a month, it would be a mess.  So, I know when to tap out.  My original choice for the work has politely declined.  Now I have to go back on the search and see what I can find.

People are crazy, y'all.  Who would decline a solid week or two of work in paradise?  I ask you.

Anyway.

*Amoxicillin, Tessalon Perles, and an albuterol inhaler.  Mission more or less accomplished.

Meanwhile, now I have to figure out what's for dinner.  Man cannot live on peachy hot dogs alone.  Or even primarily.

I am thinking we're going to have a large salad with some barbecued chicken.  Fun stuff.

That's it for now.  If you need me, I'll be inhaling steam in the shower, or napping.  Something like that.

ae