Off My Chest

First of all I'd like to get this bronchitis off my chest. Apparently the gods really don't want me to travel this year. Every time I would try to arrange a trip something would happen to prevent me from going.

Almost happened this time too. However, to confuse and bewilder the forces set against me, I booked a solo trip to Palm Springs. I have never flown alone, nor have I ever been on a vacation by myself. Not a big deal to some people. BIG deal to me. I am the poster child for social anxiety disorder. I've never been diagnosed with it which just proves my point: I'm too shy to mention it to my doctor.

Speaking of the (sometimes) good doctor...he prescribed me antibiotics, steroids and cough syrup. He commanded me to stay home today and then practically pushed me out the door while telling me to "get a chest x-ray or I won't clear you for the trip to CA". Ok Dr. FAA. He also told me to stop smoking immediately. Easier said than done.

I went and did the chest x-ray at the hospital. They took me quickly and Radiologist was cute so no big deal. I fought through the throngs of people waiting for prescriptions at CVS. Amazing how no one has their health insurance card, money or information ready. So I took the meds, called out of work and plan to try really hard not to smoke today. As of 8:22 am this morning I haven't had a cigarette in about 17 hours.

Hopefully I'll have a post with pics from Palm Springs next week.