Cold and flu season

… has reached the Yarbrough residence. That is all.

Happy birthday to me

As of today, I’m a bouncing baby boy of 37. Fortunately, I’ve looked like I was 28 since I was 25 — we had a temp a few weeks ago who once again guessed that age — which just goes to show all those ex-girlfriends were totally wrong about my chronic immaturity.

The plan had been to grill up some of the Omaha steaks my grandmother sent me for Christmas, but Hesperia is having one of its rare rainstorms, squelching that idea.

We did go to Disneyland for approximately 14 hours yesterday — I felt well enough in the morning to go for it, but was a hobbling cripple by the end — and am now spending the day under one of the four electric blankets I got for Christmas. (Jenn was right that people were hungry to buy me something that wasn’t a book, CD or DVD). Amazingly, each electric blanket is different than the others: I have a regular one, a queen-sized with two separate controls, a small individual-sized one the size of a throw blanket, and one for the car (which was tested on the way and back from Disneyland and works great).

So the new plan is cake, homemade macaroni and cheese, beer and videogames or something.

Happy New Year, everyone!

Hanna

Lucky

Sarcoidosis: Doctor visit

Either I’m a deeply narcissistic person who can’t imagine what’s going on with my health happens to other people, or I’m just a ninny. In any case, the idea that more people would face the problem of upset stomachs (and heartburn and threatened vomiting) because of taking an anti-inflammatory painkiller never occurred to me.

It turns out, though, that they do. So I’ve currently got the biggest box of drugs I’ve ever seen, for my Prevacid NapraPAC, which is basically two Naprosyn (naproxen) pain killers, one for the morning, one for the evening, and a Prevacid (lansoprazole) each day to fight acid and to stop the Naprosyn from eating into the lining of my stomach and setting me up for future ulcers. Tasty.

I’m also going in next week for a chest film (which is what the cool kids call x-rays these days) and a blood screen (which is what the cool kids call blood work). For the blood screen, they want me to fast for 24 hours beforehand. Apparently, blood screens work best if you’re irritable.

Ironically, today is a good sarcoidosis day, with just a few random jolts of pain in my fingers, toes and knees.