health

She Thinks She’ll Live

/ Quilly / 18 Comments

Unfortunately, He isn’t feeling well.

He took very good care of her.  He cooked for her, made her hot tea, and tucked her into bed. He even kissed and cuddled her.  She warned him against the kissing and cuddling, but He said he figured he’d already been exposed and it was too late to avoid it anyway.

She is still not well but her train of thought seems to be back on track, her attention span no longer leads to the black abyss of Huh?, and She actually has some enthusiasm for her housework.   This morning She’s managed to shower, do some ironing, fold a load of laundry, and get the bedding into the washing machine — all in two hours.  Not bad since She mostly spent the last two days asleep.

So, He has gone off to work.  He took some DayQuill (which She seems to be allergic to) and says He no longer feels like he’s dying.  Even so, he plans to come home for lunch and take the weekend off.  She highly approves!

Yesterday She spoke to someone at the local medical clinic who told her this bug lasts 7-10 days, depending on the victim’s host’s immune system.  She was also told that there are two strains of the virus and several unlucky people have suffered them consecutively!  She thinks this one is bad enough and has no wish to meet the other.

Violet Russell

/ Amoeba / 21 Comments

She: “Someone’s at the door. Would you answer it?”

He: “I suppose, but I don’t know what good it will do. The door doesn’t talk back.”

She: “Neither should you! Who is the person behind the door?”

He: “Name’s Violet Russell. Vi for short. Says she has a package for you.”

She: “I’m not expecting any packages. And I don’t know anyone named Violet. Or Russell. She’s not related to this Carney friend of yours?”

He: “No. And he wasn’t my friend.”

She: “Oh. Yeah. He’d gone to the dogs, hadn’t he? Well, tell her ‘thanks but no thanks.’

He: “OK, I wi … Hey! Where’d she go? She was right here a second ago.”

She: “Hmph. Guess we didn’t need her package anywa .. wa .. wa … WAAAA–CHOOO!!”

He: “Gesundheit!”

She: “Too la’ ….”

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Let’s just say that Quilly’s less happy today than she was yesterday, and yesterday earned an ugh. This too shall pass, but meanwhile … Spare a thought for all those who’ve gotten visits from Ms. Russell this cold ‘n’ flu season.

Thank You For Your Concern

/ Quilly / 11 Comments

I did a bit of an archive search on my blog for health related posts. Your group concern over my frequent illnesses made me wonder if I was missing something.

The last time I was sick was January 30th. We figured out that it is my glasses causing the headaches and nausea. I can see that I suffered those headaches off and on since October so I was way slow picking that up. I have had an eye appointment and new glasses are on the way.

On February 10th I had my toenail pried off. That doesn’t really count as sick, although the meds I was given did upset my stomach, but that was a side-effect, not an illness.

The last time I was as sick as I am now was June. I don’t think that is excessive. I was sick much more often when I taught school (kids are germ factories) and in Hawaii where allergies took me out every other month or so!

Double Vision Vision Check

/ Quilly / 10 Comments

Before I continue my saga of my trip to Burlington and the optometrist, I would like to remind you of where I live. The picture below gives you a very good indication of our general winter conditions. The weather report generally sounds something like, mostly cloudy with a chance of clearing around 2 in the afternoon.

Island in the Clouds

Island in the Clouds

So, I got to the optometrists office, sat down amidst all his testing equipment and we chatted — general “make the patient comfortable questions” like where do you live and what do you do, etc. I told him I live on San Juan Island so we talked about this area for a bit.

Finally it was time to start the exam. Doc asked if there was anything I specifically wanted to address in the exam. I told him that I am having issues with my bifocals and get headaches when I try to work at the computer. He took my glasses, checked them out, and directed my attention to the eye chart on the wall. He was all business from there on out.

A bit later he said that my bifocal prescription did indeed need adjusting. As he talked he reset the exam lenses. While swinging the machine back in front of my face he asked, “How about your distance vision? Are you having any trouble with that?”

I answered, “How would I know? I live on San Juan Island, remember?” He looked at me in surprise, chuckled a bit and sat down on his stool. He grabbed the piece of equipment he uses to look into the eye itself, and repeated what I’d said. Then he sat back in his chair and just roared laughing. When he was finished he grabbed a Kleenex, wiped his eyes and said, “A bit foggy there, huh?” And succumbed to another fit of laughter.

When my eye exam was finished and Doc walked me back to the receptionist, he thanked me for coming to his office and told me he’d had a wonderful time. The receptionist looked back and forth between us like she was trying to figure out what brought that on. I didn’t help when I said, “Thanks, Doc. I had fun, too!”

I do love to leave people wondering.