First it was Roid Rage Peanut, now watch out for Roid Rage An!
I went back to the doctor today as it's getting annoying that I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in two weeks, thanks to this cough, and a week's worth of antibiotics haven't made any difference. Lucky me - I got a prescription for more antibiotics, prednisone (scary-ass steroid) and a cough syrup with codeine. So I guess I'll be pretty loopy. And angry.
TJ thinks I should take this opportunity to go to the gym and build up some muscle. Which I may need to, since prednisone makes you gain weight. BOO!
Apparently I'm not well enough to go back to work yet. Just finding a parking space this morning made me really, really tired. But I had some urgent things to take care of, and I got my email Inbox down below 100 items, so I feel a bit better. Plus the constant hacking and snorking is unpleasant for my co-workers.
Spike has a doctor's appointment today too. One of his problems is too private to discuss here so I won't. He also yakked on the carpet, shivered with chills, and coughed and sneezed a bunch yesterday, so I'm really hoping he doesn't have an infection of some sort. Did I make my dog sick? Wow, that makes me feel like a horrible person.
The cooking adventure worked out well yesterday, except for the surprise of the Tex-Mex Mac n cheese really being more of a pasta salad. (Note to self: read all cooking instructions before starting.)
I made a batch of the No Pudge fat free brownies and they are divine. TJ was really surprised they're nonfat. (This from the guy who has rejected diet Coke, diet Coke with Splenda, C2, and Coke Zero, saying that all of them taste like diet drinks.) I'm happy because a small chunk of brownie is plenty sweet and chocolaty and makes me not miss the 7 layer chocolate cake we used to get nearly every week at Claim Jumper. Yes, my eating habits were really that bad.
Well, wish me luck with the steroids. I have to take 6 pills at once since they're very small. Lame. But I'll stop whining now - I need to go prepare the treat bag (e.g. bribes) for Spike's trip to the doctor so he won't try to hide in the corner (or worse, bite) when the doctor pokes at him.