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Howard is sick

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A cobble by itself is just a small stone, but when many of them lay together they create a path . My life is made up of many discrete parts. I have to find ways to fit them all into place so that I can continue to journey where I desire to go. This journal records some of the cobbles that create my path.

Howard is sick

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“There’s a funny thing about X-rays.” The doctor said as he leaned close to his computer screen. I leaned forward as well and we examined the image of Howard’s lungs together. “X-rays run a day behind because of tissue penetration. So we’re really looking at what Howard’s lungs looked like yesterday.” The doctor lifted his pen and traced over a faint spidery white spot.

Howard lifted his head from his place on the examining table. His hoodie was pulled down over his eyes because the light was too bright. “So what you’re saying is that X-rays time travel.”
The doctor smiled. He was quite familiar with Howard’s jokes, as he is our neighbor as well as Howard’s doctor. Howard continued to crack jokes until I made him stop so the doctor could concentrate on filling out the battery of prescriptions that we’d use to help fight the pneumonia which was not quite showing up on the X-rays yet. Howard felt fine yesterday. This thing slammed into him during the middle of the night.

We used a wheelchair to get Howard to the car. His walk had become a breathless shamble and he shivered constantly from the fever that had taken hold during the two hours we sat in various waiting rooms at the clinic. At home we fed him industrial strength antibiotics and I put the flannel sheets onto the bed for extra warmth. The doctor says he might be able to function again in a couple of days, but that it will be a week or two before he feels well again. Howard has spent the majority of this winter being sick. This new manifestation does not thrill us at all.

Mirrored from onecobble.com.

  • Oh, bummer! Make sure he gets plenty of rest. I wish him a speedy recovery.
  • Being sick is no fun for anyone - patient or support staff - but I'm very glad you and the kids are there for him. Best wishes for a fast recovery, and no additional adventure.
  • Awww. :( Good luck getting him to rest enough, I know his workaholic reputation is well-earned. I'm glad the buffer's at least in pretty good shape, so he won't be panicking over that (I hope).
  • Ick, I say.

    Tell Howard he needs to get better or I will send Klingons to your home to kick his ass (a traditional method of health care on the homeworld).
    • Wait... do you mean to say that if I continue to malinger, I'll get Klingons AT MY HOUSE?!?

      "Oh, woe is me. I am SO SICK. I cannot possibly pick up my bat'leth, much less swing it. [grooooan] Our combat medic has no honor."
    • (Note: if you choose to respond in Klingon, please supply a translation. My tutor has no honor, either.)
    • I can't afford the shipping/transit costs to send you actual Klingons.

      Instead, I will send you an envelope filled with a fine dust of nano-Klingons. These are microscopic alien warriors armed with teeny-tiny bat'leths who will invade your bronchial tubes and scream "it is a good day to kill phlegm"
  • My sympathies to all of you.

    Get well soon Howard.
  • Please relay our best wishes for a speedy and complete recovery. Having had walking pneumonia a few times myself, it's no fun.

    SERIOUSLY consider the polysaccharide pneumonia vaccine. One dose before my knee replacement has kept me pneumonia-free for the last three winters, and I'm working with smoke-damaged lungs from a fire when I was 18mo old.
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