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Jan. 2nd, 2020 08:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
camwynHappy New Year, y'all.
I've been sick since a couple of days before Christmas. Haven't gone to see a doctor, at first because I thought things were feeling better with the use of antihistamine + Mucinex + cough suppressant at night only. After that because I was either visiting my folks in NJ or on my way home, and then mostly because I figured I was past the point of investigation doing much good, with a side helping of Mom, Antibiotics Aren't The Answer To Everything, Please Stop Insisting On Them.
(seriously, folks. Viral infections don't respond to antibiotics and if I'm not running a fever according to two thermometers*, I'm not going to assume I've got something bacterial.)
Anyway. Working from home today rather than make my current coughdrip combination worse through public exposure. I would have to feel like the physical wellness incarnation of the Sesame Street theme song to be willing to haul my ass onto mass transit right now. Or possibly the wellness incarnation of the floor of a taxicab, although that'd be to haul my ass onto mass transit in order to get said ass to the doctor after all. For now, taking OTC meds and drinking so many cups of the purple pu'er loose leaf tea one of my aunts gave me for Christmas. (Apparently my relatives have decided that if they aren't sure what to get me, they should get me tea things. I... guess? I mean, I'm not complaining.)
I haven't had flight lessons since before I got sick. I won't take another one until next weekend at the very earliest, because a, sick, and b, I've been taking Robitussin DM before bed to keep my coughing under control. Dextromethorphan is on the FAA's no-no list; you have to have it out of your system by quite a few days before you're considered safe to fly. Central nervous system depressant chemicals are considered a Very Bad Idea for pilots.
Unrelated, except that I mentioned caffeinated liquids a paragraph ago, I'm on a mailing list due to having bought a Javapresse coffee grinder last year. The mailing list today had an earnest email about choosing one's Word For The Year, picking a word that resonates with you and helping you align your actions for the year with this concept, etc. The podcast that it linked to was talking about the word COMMITMENT. I'm debating SUPERVILLAINY; I know I didn't follow up on my resolutions regarding villains nearly so much last year as I intended, but hey, what do villains teach us if not the concept of 'so you were thwarted... GET UP AND RESUME YOUR SCHEMES'?
*Fun story. I have an electronic thermometer from CVS because I have never trusted either mercury thermometers or alcohol thermometers; I never know when they've registered. The CVS thermometer registers me as 97.1 to 97.5 on a regular basis. i was not sure whether this could be trusted either during the first days of my illness so I went into the kitchen drawer and grabbed my Thermapen Classic high speed kitchen thermometer, which I then stuck under my tongue. Thermapen said I was 97 degrees, too. Since I regularly use that one to verify that I've brought whole milk to a temperature that mesophilic Flora Danica organisms require to prosper when making cultured buttermilk, and microorganisms are extremely fussy about their temperatures of choice, I'm inclined to believe the Thermapen.)
I've been sick since a couple of days before Christmas. Haven't gone to see a doctor, at first because I thought things were feeling better with the use of antihistamine + Mucinex + cough suppressant at night only. After that because I was either visiting my folks in NJ or on my way home, and then mostly because I figured I was past the point of investigation doing much good, with a side helping of Mom, Antibiotics Aren't The Answer To Everything, Please Stop Insisting On Them.
(seriously, folks. Viral infections don't respond to antibiotics and if I'm not running a fever according to two thermometers*, I'm not going to assume I've got something bacterial.)
Anyway. Working from home today rather than make my current coughdrip combination worse through public exposure. I would have to feel like the physical wellness incarnation of the Sesame Street theme song to be willing to haul my ass onto mass transit right now. Or possibly the wellness incarnation of the floor of a taxicab, although that'd be to haul my ass onto mass transit in order to get said ass to the doctor after all. For now, taking OTC meds and drinking so many cups of the purple pu'er loose leaf tea one of my aunts gave me for Christmas. (Apparently my relatives have decided that if they aren't sure what to get me, they should get me tea things. I... guess? I mean, I'm not complaining.)
I haven't had flight lessons since before I got sick. I won't take another one until next weekend at the very earliest, because a, sick, and b, I've been taking Robitussin DM before bed to keep my coughing under control. Dextromethorphan is on the FAA's no-no list; you have to have it out of your system by quite a few days before you're considered safe to fly. Central nervous system depressant chemicals are considered a Very Bad Idea for pilots.
Unrelated, except that I mentioned caffeinated liquids a paragraph ago, I'm on a mailing list due to having bought a Javapresse coffee grinder last year. The mailing list today had an earnest email about choosing one's Word For The Year, picking a word that resonates with you and helping you align your actions for the year with this concept, etc. The podcast that it linked to was talking about the word COMMITMENT. I'm debating SUPERVILLAINY; I know I didn't follow up on my resolutions regarding villains nearly so much last year as I intended, but hey, what do villains teach us if not the concept of 'so you were thwarted... GET UP AND RESUME YOUR SCHEMES'?
*Fun story. I have an electronic thermometer from CVS because I have never trusted either mercury thermometers or alcohol thermometers; I never know when they've registered. The CVS thermometer registers me as 97.1 to 97.5 on a regular basis. i was not sure whether this could be trusted either during the first days of my illness so I went into the kitchen drawer and grabbed my Thermapen Classic high speed kitchen thermometer, which I then stuck under my tongue. Thermapen said I was 97 degrees, too. Since I regularly use that one to verify that I've brought whole milk to a temperature that mesophilic Flora Danica organisms require to prosper when making cultured buttermilk, and microorganisms are extremely fussy about their temperatures of choice, I'm inclined to believe the Thermapen.)
