Dec 3, 2007

There's A Guy Inside My Head With A Hammer

People don't give other animals much credit for brainpower. This is a Gila Woodpecker, the state bird of Arizona. People think that the Roadrunner is our state bird, but that is New Mexico.

I went out to take some stuff to the recycle bin and I saw a Gila Woodpecker in the tree in our front yard. He was stuffing the bean in the second photo into a crack in the tree. I went to get my camera, but I must have spooked him, because he was gone when I got back. As you can see from the bottom photo, he was using the crack to hold the bean so that he could peck the insides out of it. Pretty clever.

Well, I finally broke down under threat of death from Mrs. Sneed, and called the doctor's office this morning.

I spent a miserable night last night tossing and turning and getting up periodically to take more Tylenol to suppress my headache. It didn't help at all. I would doze off for an hour only to be awaken by the dull pain on the left side of my face.

The doctor was too booked to see me, but they did schedule me to have a visit with his nurse practitioner, who looked to still be in high school. I would have gladly seen the janitor, as long as he had a prescription pad. But young or not, she seemed to know just what to do.

She poked and prodded me, listen to my breath, looked in my eyes, ears, nose and throat and said I might have a sinus infection. Might have a sinus infection? I might have a damn brain tumor, at least it feels like it.

She gave me a prescription for an antibiotic and told me to get some Sudafed to relieve the pressure on my sinuses, which she says is the cause of the headache. Oh, and I should call her on Friday, if things haven't improved. Mrs. Sneed will have to call if I'm dead of the tumor.

I stopped at Walgreens to get my medicine and the Sudafed. I don't know how it is where you live, but Sudafed is a controlled substance here. Controlled to the extent that you have to ask the pharmacist for it, provide a picture ID, and sign an form promising that you are you. They keep track of how many time you buy Sudafed.

Apparently, the meth addicts and their suppliers can use the ingredients in Sudafed to make meth. Ninety percent of these jackasses dropped out of high school, but they seem to be able to do chemistry. Go figure. That may not say much about our schools.

Should my blog suddenly stop, assume the worst. But hey, I can use my own funeral advice.

Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky


d. chedwick bryant said...

Gee, I hope you feel better soon. I read some fascinating fact about woodpeckers but I forget what it was. I don't know anything about RX drugs or sudafed. But it makes sense to control stuff like that.

feel better

Squirrel said...

are you feeling better yet?

Chedwick University said...

Considering your medical condition it was very good of you to attempt to get to campus today. Just rest.

Steve said...

For my own peace of mind, I'm going with the sinus theory. Hope you feel better soon and the bugs get wiped out.

Those meth heads don't know how to do chemistry real well -- they blow themselves up with frequency.

Reya Mellicker said...

I, too, am hoping that the least complicated diagnosis is the very thing that's keeping you awake.

Feel better soon!