Mrs. HM is pretty much miserable with her recently Farmer-H-supplied sickness. This is Thursday, Day 3 for me. Farmer H is on Day 7. Oh, he's fairly chipper on his steroids, which he calls a Z-Pack. I told him that's an antibiotic. Zithromycin. The antibiotics often end in "cin," and the steroids often end in "one."
"They gave me Dexamethasone when I was in the hospital with pneumonia. That was my steroid."
"It's a Z-Pack! I take a few pills the first time, and less the second time, and so on."
"That can happen with steroids, too."
"I don't know what it is! It has a big long name on the cardboard pack."
"If the NP said it was a steroid, then it's not a Z-Pack. That's all I'm saying. You should probably pay more attention to your medications."
Also, Old Buddy called Farmer H Wednesday morning saying he was sick and couldn't work. Thursday he called and wanted to know which urgent care Farmer H went to.
"See? You gave it to OLD BUDDY too!!!"
"No I didn't. If anything, Old Buddy gave it to ME!"
"How is that possible when you got it Friday, and he got it Wednesday after that? Heh, heh! Now The Pony has it! I blame you for that, too!"
"I ain't been nowhere near around The Pony! I know I didn't give it to him!"
I agree with that. But sometimes when you're not feeling good, it lifts your spirits to torment your spouse...
Farmer H started laughing AT me about something I said about feeling cold, my chest burning, and how I was miserable. Then he had a coughing fit. Thanks, Even Steven.
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I went to see the name on Farmer H's steroid prescription. You're welcome...
Let the record show that it is NOT a Z-Pack.
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