Modern medicine is a wonderful thing

I am feeling much better with the little particles of antibiotics churning around inside of me.  

I am drinking too much orange juice; it is the only thing that makes my throat feel better. 

I am loving the Walgreens' version of the little plastic tabs that you stick to your nose to breathe more easily.

I used my inhaler more yesterday than I have in the past couple of weeks.  So be it.

The variety of over-the-counter meds available colds and flu is mind-boggling.

Choosing which to buy takes more than the brain power and concentration available to a person caught in the thrall of the flu.

Why is it that, just when you need to be the most effective consumer of this stuff, you are the least capable of making any reasonable decisions?

It translates into having to buy things that you might need (but probably will not), purchasing doubles of the things that you know you will need, and a selection of strange stuff that later baffles you and makes you wonder why you bought such strange things in the first place.

Oh.  Right.  You had (probably still have) the flu.  

You were under the influenzance.

Yep.

I know that feeling better is the most risky part of having the flu, which, by the way, I am not supposed to have because it is too early in the season.  Since the particular creepies that infected me were from a state several states from here, perhaps they did not know that I was not allowed to have the flu this early in the season.  Early in the season.  Lordy.

Yesterday found me coughing.  Oh, dear kind and loving Universe, please do not let this move to my lungs!!!  I am begging you.  I also sneezed.  Twice.  Double the please pleas.  No, quadruple them.  At least the body pain is lessened, and so have the fevers. 

I want to go back to bed, but cannot because I have to fetch my crap from the gallery so that the new show can be mounted and for which I will have no new work because I feel too crappy to haul the stuff over there.  Maybe I will feel better by December.  Maybe.

As long as I am whining, I did not know what the heck I was expecting, but it is still the case that no one talks to me except for the one time that I was scolded.  I hope that it is all right to continue to be sad about this.  

Now that I have made those decisions to stay, save, travel, save, travel and keep this as my home base between traveling, there is a certain amount of freedom that I am feeling.  Not the kind of freedom that makes me feel safe in coming back home each time, but more like knowing that I do not have to choose poverty, losing the kitties and the car and medical insurance just to make my point.  After all of this time, especially during the past couple of years, I am not all that clear about what my point was, or what I thought that it was.

Anyway, I will be seeing new and different and not-here places.  I will have the chance to meet lots of new people and, with any luck, I will be making new friends like I did on the last trip.  I guess it is properly the 'first' trip, but now that I will be doing this more often, particularly the single-day trips, it is the last trip, or the most recent one, or something.  My head is still too fuzzy to decide.