The Driest Thing
Sep. 10th, 2001 06:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
khaosworksOkay. So I overslept, and missed going down to the University. I can do it tomorrow. Right? Oh, sweet procrastination... guess that means I'm really ready to be a grad student.
I've just decided that doctors are just as stupid as the rest of us - in other words, they're just stumbling in the dark. Oh, sure, when it comes to complex problems like cardiology and surgery they probably know what they're doing, but when it comes down to the common stuff, say, a cold, or a sore throat, the best they can do is to try to stifle the symptoms. And given the range of drugs in their arsenal, they're probably using the dead-fire method, i.e. throw as much crap at it as possible and some of it will stick.
The reason I have come to this conclusion is because the medication my doctor gave me today has actually made my throat worse if at all possible. Yes, I was phlegmy this morning but I could at least warble "Exterminate!" in a monotone. After a dose of this yellow pill designed to clear up the phlegm, I discovered that my throat had dried up again to the point where I was probably only registering on the eardrums of things who walk on four legs instead of two.
So I've decided to take the advice of Shadowe_Lover on #filkhaven and douse myself with a mix of Cider Vinegar and Honey. The concoction is quite pleasant, really, with the sugar taking the edge off the vinegary taste and it seems to be doing some of the trick.
As a side note, I managed to find Adobe Acrobat 4 somehow installed on the living room PC (Dad must've found a cough cough version and installed it). Took a bit of twiddling but now I can actually annotate the Fulbright forms. Good for me.
However, as living proof of the continuing saga of the law of conservation of evil, I discovered my prescription sunglasses are missing from my trenchcoat where I had last left it. I suspect that it escaped onto an airplane seat somewhere between here and Chicago on my way back.
Ain't life a pip?
I've just decided that doctors are just as stupid as the rest of us - in other words, they're just stumbling in the dark. Oh, sure, when it comes to complex problems like cardiology and surgery they probably know what they're doing, but when it comes down to the common stuff, say, a cold, or a sore throat, the best they can do is to try to stifle the symptoms. And given the range of drugs in their arsenal, they're probably using the dead-fire method, i.e. throw as much crap at it as possible and some of it will stick.
The reason I have come to this conclusion is because the medication my doctor gave me today has actually made my throat worse if at all possible. Yes, I was phlegmy this morning but I could at least warble "Exterminate!" in a monotone. After a dose of this yellow pill designed to clear up the phlegm, I discovered that my throat had dried up again to the point where I was probably only registering on the eardrums of things who walk on four legs instead of two.
So I've decided to take the advice of Shadowe_Lover on #filkhaven and douse myself with a mix of Cider Vinegar and Honey. The concoction is quite pleasant, really, with the sugar taking the edge off the vinegary taste and it seems to be doing some of the trick.
As a side note, I managed to find Adobe Acrobat 4 somehow installed on the living room PC (Dad must've found a cough cough version and installed it). Took a bit of twiddling but now I can actually annotate the Fulbright forms. Good for me.
However, as living proof of the continuing saga of the law of conservation of evil, I discovered my prescription sunglasses are missing from my trenchcoat where I had last left it. I suspect that it escaped onto an airplane seat somewhere between here and Chicago on my way back.
Ain't life a pip?
