Remember back in the day when a cold was a cold? Or when the flu was the flu? Or when pink eye was pink eye? And you toughed it out until AND only until an antibiotic was absolutely necessary.
But somewhere along the way we decided to eat antibiotics like chocolate covered pretzels (my personal favorite) and now we have birthed little demon superbugs.
Yes, today we have these things called superbugs and they flex their resistant genetic coding at our feeble dwindling antibiotic supply and laugh as we cough and swell.
Why am I so bitter you ask? Well a superbug decided to take up residence in my darling son’s eye and has now spread to the entire family in spite of our neurotic hand washing techniques. See that’s the evil in all of this…you don’t have to be an antibiotic abuser to get a superbug. Once created, you can pick these demons up just by having a having a heart beat.
Yeah, pink eye is no longer the simple red colored eye with gooey drainage. This baby has morphed into something fierce and requires a nuclear strength antibiotic because the usually prescribed Ofloxacin doesn’t even tickle it. But I didn’t know this valuable piece of info and just went with the Ofloxacin (because I hate to use the big guns until I try the first line). Why go nuclear when a machine-gun is likely to do the job? But I really needed nuclear and knew this when the fun began and my eye swelled shut. To make things more fun, the other one became infected too. A Family Practice colleague informed me of the superbug and prescribed me something much stronger. Thanks to her I can now open my eye!
Take a look…
And this is looking good!!!
Those aren't bags under my eyes but pockets of swelling. It was swollen shut but at least here I can open it!
I am on the mend and thankful that these things can still be killed but I must admit I am a little concerned about what will happen when we run out of antibiotics to kill these bacterial critters. So people please use antibiotics sparingly…like when your eye swells shut or something! And if your health care provider wants you to wait to see if what you have could be viral before prescribing antibiotics agree to wait. And take the entire prescription until it is GONE. Do Not save half for “later” because this action breeds resistance.
I’d like nothing better than to emasculate these bugs and take their muscles away.
Of course they are male. Don’t ask. I just know.
My darling husband came home a few days ago and informed me he had just learned of a treatment that would, without a doubt, cure and prevent strep. Now this piece of info comes about, ohhhh, 16 days and a complete course of antibiotics for myself and three kids too late! But hey, I was game for new-found knowledge so I replied “Oh yeah, what?” Smiling, he unveiled a bottle of Absolut Vodka for me to “gargle and swallow” if any future cases of strep present. My facial grimace must have spoken volumes because he immediately began with his facts.
Facts including valuable information and I think a few statistics concerning how alcoholics never contract strep. When I asked him how he came upon this information and cure he replied,
“A friend who knows an ENT Doctor and the ENT Doctor said not one of the alcoholic patients ever gets strep.”
It appears the key is to gargle and swallow the alcohol rather than the gargle and spit method we use with salt or other home remedies. Mr. Pavlov is known to have a glass of vodka mixed with cranberry juice or a glass of wine before bedtime. He is the only one in the house to escape the strep invasion and he clearly recalls that we did in fact exchange some saliva before I knew that I was throat breeding strep. He thought this fact was pertinent.
I really hope that the horrid, awful, nasty bacteria stays away from our abode however, should the need arise I will gargle and swallow a
large glass little Absolut or Belvedere. Straight.
Just don’t ask me to walk a straight line or recall pertinent facts.
Posted in My family, My Tales
Tagged Absolut, Alcohol, Belvedere, Education, Family, funny, Health, Home Remedies, humor, Marriage, Randomness, Relationships, Strep, Vodka
The 6 train that kept us on our NYC schedule
I am a tad off schedule lately. Wow, that really sounds funny coming from let’s take each day as it rolls me, but it is true. Actually I have been playing catch up since we missed our 6:55am departing bus out of NYC. I set my alarm for the correct time however it was that little AM/PM thing that messed me up. The night owl that I am subconsciously related more with the PM side of things and subsequently that is where my alarm clock remained (4:30PM) while my body remained comfortably in bed stockpiling on some REM. By the time I, the sole alarm setter, awoke it was too late. We were bus toast. Thankfully we were able to get on the next bus, a 4:20pm bus, out of the city. The late arrival home and 3AM bedtime was rough even for this veteran night dweller. We have been schedule constipated ever since.
I do have cool photos a comin’ but I wanted to post something Mr. Pavlov said that was an eye opener. We set off for NYC with our easy-going, fresh faces smiling. When we were bumped, shoved, or pushed we flowed with it. When we were tackled for the last seat on the subway we didn’t fight back. When our hands were forcefully booted from the subway pole (the pole that keeps your human parts from sprawling all over someone else) we scurried to find another. When our kids were roughly jostled by rushed NY’ers we caught them. When our taxi was
stolen taken we hailed another. We exhibited Saint-like patience and kindness.
But then something happened the longer we stewed in this environment. Our easy-going faces became distressfully determined. When bumped, shoved, or pushed we returned physical fire and threw in a warning hip check. When we were tackled for the last seat on the subway we fought back. When our hands were forcefully booted from the subway pole (the pole that keeps your human parts from sprawling all over someone else) we clenched them tighter and made the other rider scurry to find another. When our kids were roughly jostled by rushed NY’ers we glared and made cutting comments. When our taxi was
stolen taken we angrily told the young taxi hijackers to find another.
Patience and kindness who?
We could feel our attitude changing and our ugly coming on and before we knew it we almost mirrored the very behavior we disliked. It was then that Mr. Pavlov shook his head and simply said “Man, this behavior is contagious!”
Those powerful words woke us up from the contagious bad behavior spell and we stopped hip checking the elderly and gave them our subway seats once again. While not fully immunized against behavioral diseases, our experience gave us the antibodies we require to recognize future invasion one contagious exposure at a time!
How have you dealt with ugly? Got antibodies to share?
Posted in My Tales, Travel
Tagged antibodies, Attitude, city, contagious, Education, Emotion, Family, funny, humor, New York, NYC, parenting, photos, Randomness, Relationships, Smiles, Subway, Travel, trip, Words
Allowed to grow
The art of letting go. Hmmm, haven’t quite mastered that one yet. But c’mon my kids are still all under the age of 15! Thinking about leaving and cleaving is downright puke provoking.
Or is it?
You see I’ve had one of my mother “Ahh-Haa” moments. It is simple really. Everything we do from the time they POP out of us wailing their screams of protest is to prepare them for adulthood.
At first we change diapers. Then progress to wiping little rears. Eventually these little bodies develop motor skills and coordination and begin to self-wipe their own little rears. Now, maybe the job is extremely messy and not the best at first [as evident by the skid marks discovered while doing laundry] but in time every child becomes a proficient butt wiper IF they are given the opportunity to try.
I have met so many families of late who, out of presumed fear, attempt to shelter and smother [totally suck the life out of] their kids from learning and growing in our world. Yes, we live in a crazy world. Yes, there are freaks. Yes, there are real dangers. But it is our responsibility to help navigate our children through these times and teach them how to make wise decisions and choices. Because in a blink they will be out there…leaving and choosing someone to do the cleaving with (I’m gonna hurl). If they haven’t been allowed to spread their wings in the safety of their supervised home nest then they will crash and burn upon the first freedom take off and many others after that. AND the crashing and burning part…it just doesn’t effect them. It effects the entire family no matter what age they are.
Truly people, we need to let our kids wipe their own butts and get a little messy while we’re still around to do the laundry. It is much easier to wash a little skid mark than an entire PILE of crap!!
Posted in My family, My Tales, The kids
Tagged Attitude, Education, Emotion, Family, funny, growing, humor, Kids, life, parenting, Randomness, Relationships
Sam has been on a word defining kick lately so I thought I’d write a couple of them down before I forget.
Here are the definitions according to Sam:
Psychomaniac (he pronounces pyscho-mean-ee-act) – A person who is psycho, and mean, and acts out.
Hillbilly – A person who lives on a hill and is in love with billy goats so they have a lot of them.
Killer (he pronounces kill-her)- A person who kills mostly girls.
Makeup – when a girl puts stuff on her face and says “I’m sorry.”
These were just too cute to forget. I’ll add more as he continues to define his world.