Thursday, November 8, 2018

Sleepless In Hillmomba

Farmer H has a cold. I pity the fool who has to take care of him. Wait! That would be me.

I think he picked up a virus at the casino last Thursday. Payback in advance for his little hissy-fit on the way home, after I asked him what he meant about "Pam called Santa." Farmer H thinks he might have caught it from his buddy's wife at the auction on Friday night. To which I wanted to ask, "Just how close ARE you to your buddy's wife?" She's 80, you know.

Anyhoo...I remember that on Friday night, Genius called, and I heard Farmer H telling him, "I think I'm coming down with something." So that was BEFORE the auction. And the right timing to have been infected at the casino. You never know what's on those slot machines from other people's fingers. Nor do I like to think about the ballpoint pens being reused at the voting precinct, or the stylus thingy that we had to use to sign in.

Anyhoo...Farmer H is on his death-La-Z-Boy. Tuesday night, he even sat in it from 10:00 p.m. to 1:30 a.m., after going to bed at 8:00, then re-arising. He does sound pretty bad, with his chest congestion. The cough isn't too bad to my ears, but Farmer H said he got out of breath walking from the BARn to the house. That's why we have a Gator! But he'd had me drop him off over at his truck, which lives by the Freight Container Garage, and the Gator was parked under the carport by the house.

Anyhoo...I told Farmer H on Saturday that he should go by the pharmacy, just down the hill from his Storage Unit Store, and ask about some over-the-counter cold remedies, since he was coming down with something. "It's going to be Sunday, with no doctors or pharmacies open. So you might want to plan ahead." Of course he did not.

Anyhoo...after being Sleepless in Hillmomba most of Tuesday night (he needs at least 10 hours a night or he's like those Snickers-needing people in the commercials), Farmer H went to his pharmacy on Wednesday morning. Where he got some Anefrin to spray up his nose, and some Mucinex to squeeze fluid out of his lungs.

"It was YOUR pharmacy, right? So they know your medicines? And nothing should interact with them?"

"She DID say Anefrin might make my blood pressure go up. But it shouldn't be too bad, since it's controlled by my medicine. And not to take the Anefrin for more than 5 days."

"Okay...I guess that won't kill you."

"I talked to the actual pharmacist. Not just some worker."

Yeah. I guess that's good enough.

5 comments:

fishducky said...

Hope he's better soon--for YOUR sake!!

Hillbilly Mom said...

fishducky,
You ain't a-woofin'! I figure I will recover in about 7-10 days.

River said...

He should be okay, but keep an ear out for weird noises from the laZboy, you know like a death rattle type sound or something.
I always check with the pharmacist about over the counter stuff, even my vitamins.

River said...

P.S. he needs to be sure nothing will affect his diabetes medication too.

Hillbilly Mom said...

River,
It was pretty easy to hear his rasping, all over the house. So I knew he was still kickin'. That medicine worked wonders! He's much better today (Friday).

Yes, that's why I wanted to make sure he consulted the pharmacist. You never know what might interact. At least I know to get the sugar-free version of cough drops and cough medicine for him.