Sunday, July 13, 2014

Felled by P's

Where did June go?  Where did half of July go?  Prednisone, pleurisy, pertussis, plague -- I've been felled by the P's.

Shortly after landing in the U.S., I was hacked by vicious hacking.  No one knows what it is, but I have many companions.  I'm in the lucky fifth week.  Craig took two weeks to kick it, probably because he can usually kick the flu in three days.  Three rounds of antibiotics, two rounds of prednisone, various inhalers, cough medicine with codeine, breathing treatments at Urgent Care,  and I'm still whooping.  On a visit to my regular doctor on Tuesday, he noticed the telltale pain of pleurisy and ordered up another round from the pharmacy.

At a memorial service on Thursday, Craig visited with a fellow cougher.  His doctor at Urgent Care diagnosed it as possible pertussis/whooping cough/100 day cough . . . .   (I got the female doctor at Urgent Care with asthma who told me I had chronic asthma.)

So pleurisy, pertussis, or whatever the hell it is, BE GONE!  

Until then, I'm like a sleeping dog on the pavement.


Too pooped to post.



Some have suggested maybe alcohol could kill it!  Hmmmmmmmm???  (If that really worked, nobody around here would be sick.)



Friday, June 27, 2014

Everyday People


This moto and cart with mom, dad, and baby girl was headed south in the colonias.


The two brothers are still playing for tips.


Passing Guadalupana, we noticed kids running out of their houses down the sidewalk and stopped.  Regalos! What a happy day! People in a cart (looks like it was decorated for the regatta parade?) were handing out toys.


They're young and it was raining.  What scares me is that they're barefoot!  Ick.


Strolling Hidalgo.


This man spent more than a day trimming all the coco palms where we stay.  Machete, rope, and a ladder. Fronds and cocos come down, then the cocos are carried away to sell.  The less desirable are laid out by the street and people on motos pull up, have a friendly conversation, and take one or two.  Late in the afternoon, we returned to the house and he was sleeping under the tree.  Hard work!


These guys deliver water garrafons.  Set the empty blue container out front on the porch with the correct number of pesos and they do the exchange.  Agua purificada.


Cute little girl headed up Juarez with mom.


A musician headed to a gig on the mainland?


Rainy day people.


Let's twist again, like we did last summer!


Ay yi yi!  Bet he gets dizzy riding that bull all day chasing that turtle!