Hello and welcome back to the wonderful but sick world of the Dogpound. Yeah…I got one of those annual head colds…that starts out slow. The roof of my mouth gets tender…then it spreads to my throat…then the nasal drip starts which irritates the throat and starts the coughing. Over the past week I have been able to get most of it calmed down; gargling with salt water [yuck! But effective!)…taking Dayquil and Mucenix. But now I am left with this little bit of a “cat fur-ball” itch that defies the ability to cough it out or drug it under control. The real problem is that it gets worse when I try to lie down. I get this little wheezing sound. Reminds you a bit like the squeaky door in the haunted house. Breathe in and out; wheeze and repeat. Drives me crazy and even a sleeping pill does not seem to help much. Nothing like trying to learn to sleep in an upright position – not fun..trust me. Now of course, with all the meds and the drainage my insides are getting a pretty good workout, generally resulting in extra trips to the bathroom with some needing expediency. The other day at work I had to go the bathroom and discovered that the office bathrooms were closed for maintenance. There is a set of bathrooms in the plant just outside my office but they are not usually in very good shape so I decided I could make it down to the receiving dock where there is another set of better kept bathrooms. I hustled down there and to my poor luck, they were closed for cleaning. Grrrrr! Now there is another set of bathrooms on the other side of the plant in the warehouse.Off I go again, trying not to knock anyone down on my way. I turn the corner, rush into the bathroom and claim the first stall that was available. However, that is not the end of my story. I step out of the stall and to my surprise there is a lady standing there. Her mouth is open…my mouth is open, and I head out of there as fast as I can. In my rush I had entered the women’s bathroom – yikes! I blame it on the meds and I am sticking with that story.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“Men occasionally stumble over the truth but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened.”
– Winston Churchill
This morning I felt that today was going to be my lucky day. I got up at seven, had seven dollars in my pocket, there were seven of us at lunch and there were seven horses in the seven o’clock race, so I backed the seventh.” “Did he win?” “No, he came in seventh.”
That is all I have for today. I am really tired and need to try and find a way to avoid the wheezing – Hmmmm. D-40? I think not. As always be good, do good, play safe, and remember there are signs on doors for a reason.