VatulBlog has been quiet for a week. Mardi Gras and being sick during Mardi Gras can do that to a blog. The inflammation under my ear is still around, so I bought it furniture and gave it a name. D refers to it as my second head, so Zaphod was a possibility, but we’re going with Pancho for now. If nothing else, Erik Estrada has been contacted in case Maitri’s Earache: The Movie goes into production.
The doctor told me to suck on lemon drops, massage the area and drink a lot of water if I want Pancho to move out. This is essentially everything I’ve been avoiding over the last week to ease the pain. FAIL.
On top of that, I have a sinus infection which is just now starting to respond to the anitbiotic-Mucinex combo. And I have to take the antibiotic all the way through Monday (Lundi Gras) night in order for the stronger bugs not to develop a resistance to the antibiotic and take up residence where Pancho has not. I’ve quit taking antibiotics mid-course in the past, which may explain a few things. Bob, who rode in the King Arthur parade with D and is here until Ash Wednesday, and I talked about how I had effectively helped bacterial evolution along, while rendering myself the weaker species. As a scientist, that is EPIC SCIENCE FAIL. To which, Bob deadpans, “LOL.”
The point of this whole post about my illness: Take your antibiotic to the very last pill, drink a lot of water, bundle up and enjoy Mardi Gras. It can be done. May the Pancho be with you.
Also, I caught every possible Muses throw. Every last one. Muses rocked!
Just don’t let it turn into a “How To Get Ahead In Advertising” scenario. That would be EPIC EVOLUTIONARY FAIL.
I’m sure Bobby J’s speech has you feeling better. Evidently LA is the future template for how to run the U.S.