I haven’t written in a while, and my fingers are itchy to say something.
The truth is, mostly, that I have another hideous cough, just like I did last year this time. No energy to write. And just like last year, I go to Kaiser, and they haven’t a clue. They tell me that these things are viral, and antibiotics won’t help. Then they give me antibiotics.
They take X-rays. I can give you a long list of what I don’t have–TB, lung cancer, polio, pneumonia, psoriasis. I actually thought TB was a possibility after my adventures in Ethiopia last years, but apparently not. You know you’re sick when you hope it is TB so at least they would know what to do about it.
One of the interesting things about a cough that hangs on and irritates everyone around me is how many solutions people have offered. I’ve been told to try local honey, tangerine juice, olba oil, hot showers, hot coffee/tea, cough drops, spiced tea, boiling clove water, cough syrup, different blood pressure medicine, odd chest massage, blowing my nose more, antihistamines, lots of vigorous sex (wait, that was my idea), and just standing in front of Kaiser and screaming that they needed to do more. You can guess which ones of these I’ll be following up on.
I’ve decided to explain that I have a raging case of fulminating coreopsis. It sounds awful, and nobody will tell me about their cousin who had it last year. Meanwhile, I think I’ll just leave it alone and it will go away. Or my nose will fall off.