Yada Yada Yada

Saw my doctor Thursday… virus missed by urgent care doctor… my doctor worried… antibiotics immediately… more blood tests Friday… then otolaryngologist… diagnosis confirmed… nothing serious… hurts when I swallow… hurts when I chew… hurts when I talk (gasp!!!)… don’t want to eat… don’t want to drink… have to do both… (want to talk…) cranky and tired…

Yada yada yada… On the mend.

THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA. STILL NICE TO WAKE UP TO.
(CLICK TO MAKE IT SWELL… LIKE MY NECK.)
MOOSE (AND DUDO… AND SAN GERALDO) STILL LOVE ME.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

28 thoughts on “Yada Yada Yada”

  1. What a nasty carry on, Mitch. I really hope that it soon passes. I suppose plenty of sleep will be part of the recommended treatment.
    Your consolation must be that the three others will still love you unconditionally – well, two of them as long as you continue feeding them.
    (Would it irritate you in your present condition to wonder if what you call your otolaryngologist by-passes the nose?)
    Do get well soon.

  2. Raybeard:
    Unfortunately, the otolaryngologist didn't bypass the nose… She actually went through my nose with a flexible scope to examine my throat! Charming…

    Thanks for the good wishes. Next blog post SHOULD have nothing to do with this!

  3. Be well! Quickly! Perhaps San Geraldo can make you chicken soup since that really does help with colds and viruses. And wonderful to have so many people who love you! That helps even more than chicken soup. (But you need both, I think.)

    1. Kristi:
      San Geraldo makes incredible chicken soup … and he has offered to… every day. It seemed like a waste when all I do is wince with each swallow of anything. But I'm doing MUCH better this evening.

    1. Bob:
      That was a switch for Moose. He saw the camera and came walking up to stick his nose right in it. Usually, he just about groans and covers his face with his paws. Doing tremendously better, suddenly, this evening. Thanks!

  4. Glad you're on the mend… sorry about that business of going through your nose… (I've heard of paying through the nose, but I suspect she didn't find any cash in there). Dudo does looks concerned… one does not want the hand that feeds them to fall ill.

    1. Sharon:
      After the fact, I read about that nose approach. Apparently, you're supposed to get at least a local anesthetic first. Hmmm….

      That's Moose in the photo. It's the first time he ever stuck his nose in front of the camera while I was taking pictures.

  5. Up your nose with a rubber hose, as a very young John Travolta used to say on "Welcome back Kotter." Sorry, couldn't resist. Sorry that you're ill but very happy to hear you're on the mend! Moose looks very concerned for you. Carry on with the chicken soup!

    1. Judith:
      Oh, that Sweathog phrase crossed my mind! My brother would have loved it. It's one of the routines he still requires me to run through with him.

      Moose was I think only concerned that I might not be well enough to give him his daily treat!

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