All hail levaquin, antibiotic of the titans and vanquisher of the bronchitis/pneumonia hordes. Sumbitches.
That stuff starts working in hours. Which means I'm already getting cranky and want to live and stay awake for more than 20 minutes. Tuesday after visiting the doc and starting the drug and regaining some sanguininininit...sanguininene...blood back in my veins a coworker told me she had been frightened by my appearance as we rode up the elevator together. She said I was white (I mean WHITE) and thought I should have gone to an emergency room or a morgue. She was very sweet.
So, anyway, tomorrow we head out to Fort Myers to visit elder Froth and conspire and figure out stuff and laugh with Mr. Froth's sis, who is also coming down during our visit. We'll be there through Wednesday, so probably no posting. We'll eat grouper and do crossword puzzles and get bored I imagine and if a no seeum bites me even once I'm going to throw myself in one of the several alligator-infested ponds in the vicinity. And, I would win I would be that mad and energized. I'd take that gator's snout and whack it with noseeum bites and I wouldn't itch anymore.
Don't test me.
Oh, I'm assuming no weirdnesses at the airport. I'd almost forgotten about that. I will be a good drone and place my chicken cutlet and cloth cutlet in my carryon and then pop them in after we get into the concourse. Don't think so?
I know, I'll go into the bathroom. Whatever. It's just the levaquin talking.