Cedar fever has knocked me off my feet and taken the spring out of my step over the past week. Living life in an antihistamine fog threatens to turn me into a cranky old man. It is a lot more enjoyable when I feel playful instead of living with the sense that my head is in a barrel.
In addition, apart from work, I've steered clear of my computer for the past week. There are some work demands that need to be addressed whether you feel like it or not. Apart from that, I've steered clear of posting anything on social media. Writing for the enjoyment of writing is one of the things I've missed. I need to reconnect with that form of processing life. It works to my benefit.
Day before yesterday, a friend reached out to inquire if I was still in the land of the living. In response to the information I shared, he asked about the antihistamine I've been taking and said his brother had a similar response. He was unable to work because of drowsiness.
So, could the cure be worse than the maladies? I never thought to ask that question before. It never occurred to me that there could be a better treatment regime than the one I assigned to myself.
If at first, you don't succeed, try-try-try again may be overplayed. If you keep getting the same results, perhaps a different approach is in order. In my quest for a clear head and the absence of a runny nose and hacking cough, I'm doing things differently today and relying on a different treatment regime.
If all else fails, I will go to the doctor. What's wrong with that thought process? My physician is competent, personable, thorough and kind. Why would I hesitate to make a doctor's appointment?
Of course, when I slammed the iron door on two of my fingers several weeks ago, it only took me a day to consider the merits of going to the doctor before I hastened to secure his capable help. The immediate relief brought by penetrating a hole in both fingernails eliminated the throbbing pain. Of course, that was after x-rays were taken to ensure I didn't have a compound fracture.
Okay, so two and a half weeks ago, when I fell down the stairs and had difficultly standing when I got up, I waited until the weekend was over to seek medical attention. That delay reflected a significant absence of prudent judgement! I should have listened to the General! She has more sense than I do.
I'm not putting my doctor on speed-dial yet, but I'm also not going to mostly sleep through a week again unless I am unconscious. Hopefully that will be under the watchful eye of a doctor.
All My Best!
Don
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