@FranC you should know the answer to that question is ALMOST ALWAYS yes, for much of my life. I took ONE dose of that killer abx and like, decided to ditch it. So it was annoying me. I was entering into this cascade of "Thyroids problems mess up your immune system and then you get... pneumonia, and then. It ended up with the doctor dead and I had all the money in the world in my head. But, the scenario was also TAXING so it wasn't even that satisfying.
But, you will be happy to hear TODAY, Thursday I finally had the energy to take my aged and wobbly pneumatically inflated like, body (DANG, steroids fat you up fast and it's ALL belly, it is also as if the AIR has calories, too. That and elves come and feed you in your sleep. But I was like, today, "A'ait. My tendon was messed up slightly before. But, before I use ALL muscle tone in my body I am just going to see what happens as I do yoga WITH muscles to attach to my tendon. Apart from it being tragic, about half-speed, and whatev, really tragic, it was fine. I think I will be fine.
I might have messed up some doses on Tuesday but that is what occurs when they give you abx, Mucinex, steroids, an inhaler, and say "YES take the THERAFLU, take it at the right time, etc. LOL. Tuesday was not hot.
Oh I also figured out (HI @Bronze) why it got to 63 degrees in here. I have ACCEPTED old lady glasses for my work computer but now I need to accept them ALL ZONES, because I figured, "Hey, if green is AC, ,then red must be like "Heat."
Only, it's like "emergency." There are all these parts to this thermostat which appear to have like, all these functions and stuff. It was great, I got the air to go to 70 degrees which is fine with me .Prior to that time I had been bundling up in bed and sort of praying to freeze to death in my sleep/not praying to, alternatively. So, yeah. That's sorted. I guess I saved the planet electricity too.
Oh, I also absently (and NOT cleverly) told Evil Pdoc, (I was leaving, and my last dose of steroid was this a.m.) "Hey, I like your beard, are you GROWING it?"
He was like. "No."
I said, "Oh... gosh.... it must have been that kind of DAY." AND FLED. There' like, no coming back from that seriously I mean, really, it was bad.
Oh well, maybe he can call the "Corporate risk management anonymous phone number" to call in "repeated abuses of policy in all sorts of well ways, anonymously." Although I have heard, "Complements are part of a good workplace!" So who knows.
It's almost Friday that's all I care about. Sheesh.
The husband says he is almost done. He has been saying this a LONG time. Sigh.
Anna
