When I ascended the 13 steps from my lair on Friday evening, to prepare Farmer H his requested meal of fish and fries, I heard him breathing. I suppose that's a good thing. To hear him breathing assured me that he was alive. But normally, you shouldn't hear someone breathing from across a room, and halfway below it. Then I heard him wheezy-cough.
"Ooh! Have you had a relapse?"
"I don't know. Maybe. I forgot to take my medicine at 10:00 this morning. So I'll take it here in a minute when I eat."
"Well, you can't take it at bedtime. It won't be far enough apart."
"I know. I won't."
"You can still use VICKS. That should help."
"Yeah. I will."
Let the record show that Farmer H sounded great the last time I overheard him breathing, around 5:00 a.m. He was up and showered and to his Storage Unit Store by 8:30. Let the record further show that the temperature was 35 degrees. Farmer H reported, during my wakeup call at 9:15, that he was sitting in his TrailBlazer (with a new rear left tail light).
"Is that good for you? Sitting like that? You can't do it all day."
"No. I get out and walk around. Go talk to the owner. Use the port-a-potty. I sold a $3 backpack to my buddy!"
"Hm. That's good. I guess."
"Yeah. I have a lady who wants to buy those dog crates. I put it on Buy/Sell/Trade. She said she's sending her husband to pick them up. I told her I'd be here until noon."
"Well. You probably shouldn't. It's COLD!"
"I know. That's why I'm in my car."
Okay. Farmer H is not taking good care of himself, by forgetting his medicine and sitting in a car at 35 degrees. When I went by at 10:30, the TrailBlazer was not at the Storage Unit Store. Farmer H had mentioned going to the pharmacy for his prescriptions, so I didn't think much of it. Then he sent a text that the dog crate man showed up, and he was leaving to go on a Goodwill tour.
As far as Farmer H is concerned, today was a grand success. "I usually don't sell much on Fridays, anyway. I made $43 today! Three on the backpack, and $20 each for the dog crates."
Let the record show that he got the two giant wire dog crate/kennels from back creek neighbor Bev for nothing. She's always giving him stuff. I saw them in the back of Farmer H's truck, and they took up the whole bed of that pickup. He had another lady offer him $25 apiece, but he had already sold them to the first one to come get them.
I hope he makes a full recovery in the next couple days. I have a sore right ear, and a tickle down inside my right lung. Coincidentally, the side that is exposed to Farmer H and his breather while sleeping. Farmer H might have to take care of me.
Huh. I could swear I just heard laughing.
2 comments:
I say let him take the regular bedtime dose even if it is a bit too soon, he might sleep better and be right on track (time) for his morning dose. I do hope you aren't catching what he has. I haven't had a cold in ages, but out of the blue I have a cold sore, right at the corner of my bottom lip. WTH?
River,
Farmer H skipped that nighttime dose, and seemed none the worse. It's been 9 days now, so he's getting over it, medicine or not.
I never got a cold sore in my life, but my mom and sister did. Me and my dad, nope. I also don't get poison ivy, but everyone else did. Maybe I was just naturally lucky to stay away from that three-leafed imp.
Since retiring in May 2016, I think I might have only had one cold. Except for this one, which I think will catch me. I bought some clementines (ate 2 at lunch) for vitamin C, and I've been drinking water like it's Diet Coke! Feels like this virus is moving from the lung to the sinuses, but I'm not miserable yet!
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