Fast Fiction

I got the car back from the shop and it looks pretty damn good. They detailed it as well ... I should have timed the accident when it really needed a good wash and wax, but I’ll take what I can get. They even shampooed the mats.

Now, about me. I’ve had this bronchitis thing going on for a while. I first went to the doctor on New Year’s Eve and he gave me a round of Biaxin XL and sent me on my way. Two weeks later I was still wheezing, so I went back and he put me on Advair and some Allegra to keep things from irritating me (yeah, like Allegra works on all irritants!).

Well, another couple of weeks and I get this horrible pain in my chest. At first it’s just behind my shoulder blades and I chalk it up to sleeping in the wrong position. But then it moves over to my left side and gets bigger and pretty much makes breathing rather painful. So, back to the doctor. He does chest X-rays to rule out pneumonia and pleurisy and they come out clear. So he says that I’ve probably just trashed those muscles from all the coughing and I should stop that. He puts me on another round of antibiotics (Zithromax) and this time I have to accept a cough suppressant - Phenergan. Now, I’m not one for taking narcotics. He offered me codeine, and I know most folks jump at the chance to get some codeine, but not me, it makes me nervous and anxious. So he gives me Phenergan, which as far as I can tell, is an anti-vomiting and general knockout drug.

That’s good, because I’m under doctors orders to get more sleep. He said nine or ten hours a night. Well, a spoonful of this stuff at nine each night and I’m out by ten and could go until ten the next morning. I haven’t been at the office much, mostly because I’m taking this stuff and I shouldn’t drive, and even when I’m there I’m either complaining about how much it hurts when I breath or totally zonked off my ass with the hangover this creates.

We’ll see how the next few days go. The worst news about all this is that I can’t see myself being ready to train again until March at the earliest, which means the LA Marathon is out of the realm of possibility. Oh well. There’s always a marathon somewhere. There’s no reason I can’t train for the one in Santa Clarita or maybe Big Bear.