Steroids Win Day: Film at 11

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As often happens with my colds, they migrate to my bronchial tubes and become this thing-that-is-not-asthma-that-pretends-to-be-asthma. That’s been the doctor’s mantra for the last three years. Today, Doc Tyler sang a different tune. Some of you might remember my “temporary” grass allergy last spring? Well, it looks like we may well be on the path to being officially labeled allergic.

I’ll be heading to the doc next week to have him listen to my lungs, and to talk seriously about allergy testing, so I can be medicated to protect myself from nature. I’m also supposed to get pro-active about mid-August and mid-May and start using over the counter allergy meds if nothing is prescribed.

It seems to be a loser fall for health. First arm breaks. Then, lungs break. Steroids, however, are mind-altering. This morning I smoked the magic hookah, and went on the magical mystery tour (read the 75th cup of coffee jitters. Paranoid? Me? *nervous tick*) followed up by a chaser of three steroids. This always turns me into the Incredible Hulk.

And now, I’m crashing. I feel like I haven’t slept all night, a fairly accurate assessment. So, my writing plan is to get out my computer. Yup, that’s it. Who knows? Maybe I will yet perk up, but I do have about a month of wiggle room.

And that’s what’s happened to me today! Well, that, and I played editor with about 30 students. You?

Catherine

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