“Don’t let anyone who hasn’t been in your shoes tell you how to tie your laces.” ~ Unknown
care package
When I woke up unable to catch a good breath, I thought it best to go see the doctor. But before all that, I heard a knock at the door and found a small bag hanging on my mailbox, filled with all the things a sick person would need to feel better. Dr. Yelton had Kroger deliver the goods. The throat coat was especially good for my sore throat. I did go see the doctor this afternoon. The verdict is a “flu-like virus” that’s triggering my asthma. The solution? Steroids. I hate steroids. Shero hated them, too, but she somehow always made it through. Me? I can’t stand it for more than a day. I’ll do it because I feel so awful, but if they do what they’ve always done, I’ll end all the wars around the world and put everybody in their place, even people who don’t need it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for medicine, but Lord help me with steroids. I’m just going to bed. lol
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