Well, the conjunctivitis is back again and this time with a vengeance. I got hit with another nasty head-cold and this one is worse than the one in early December. I can't seem to shake it. The guy I got it from (the drummer in the band) has walking pneumonia. I thought he had been acting weird, walking around like a vapid zombie, mumbling and talking to himself out loud. It turns out the he had been so sick he was actually delirious. I'm not at that the point yet as I don't really even have a cough or and chest pain but I know that while I have MRSA, a head cold that lingers can become a serious health hazard. The Erythromycin ointment I have on hand for the conjunctivitis does not seem to be working for me any longer.
I've noticed that the redness, swelling of the lids and stringy, gooey, yellow discharge is much, much worse than when I had it in December.
Compounding this situation is a toothache and sickening, hellish weather conditions. I also have to work like an animal tonight and tomorrow night, playing loud, obnoxious music to roomfuls of obnoxious, inebriated, stupid people. This is not something one can simply call in sick to avoid doing. Sunday I am scheduled to fly down to Florida for a week and a half to spend time with my girlfriend and visit Cocoa Beach and the Kennedy Space Centerâ€â€if I'm still well enough or even alive by then to get on the plane.
I'm sitting here waiting for my sister to arrive to take me to the emergency room in an effort to get some stronger drugs â€â€because I can't see well-enough to drive myselfâ€â€
and be better prepared for my little trip away from home. Yet, tonight I have to drive a loaded cargo van on a sheet of ice into the bowels of an urban hell in order to serenade all the tattooed, body-pierced, beer-guzzling, crack-smoking, pool-shooting beasties.
"I could just scream"..... (Capt. Binghamton in McHale's Navy)