Zicam in a foxhole
I’m currently involved in medicine’s version of finding Jesus in a foxhole. Last night saw me use the swab and spray version of Zicam. I also pounded a glass of Airborne. Do I think these remedies work. No. Am I willing to believe they work as long as they don’t keep me from getting sick this weekend? Absolutely.
This will be the fourth consecutive year I’ve taken this trip. In 2004, I had a ball. In 2005, I didn’t feel so great. In 2006, I got “just kill me now” sick. This year, I’m doing everything I can to get back as close to 2004 standards as I can.
If you’re not a parent, you might not understand how hard this can be. The boy brings home two or three monkey viruses a month and between October and February remains in a semi-constant state of Centers for Disease Control attention. I thought I was in good shape when I got sick earlier this year. You know, antibodies and all. However, and maybe it is just my imagination, but I’m feeling a little stuffy, little scratchy, and a little bleh. Therefore, I’m in my foxhole and drinking zinc gluconate by the gallon.
Further compounding the problem, I am not at all focused on tasks that need attention. As a traveling companion wrote me this morning of his anticipatory glee, “I’m like a kid on Christmas eve. With ADD.” Regardless, I am a year older today and am trying my best to act like the responsible human being I am supposed to be.
I’m going to be semi-off-grid for the next four or five days. Any news from the trip will take place in the Twitter feed to the left or, in the event of cell phone pics, in the Buzznet feed at the bottom-left.
I leave you with nature’s birthday gift to me. For exactly three minutes yesterday, the sky was exactly as you see it below. Not so bad at all.