It's pnot pneumonia.

There is a family (me and the husbeast) legend from our time in Hawaii. We had this tree in our front yard, and every summer it would flower, and my lungs would fill up with goo, and I'd get pneumonia. Three summers in a row. And every summer I would insist it was simply bronchitis until the husbeast would get fed up and force me to go to the doctor. That last summer, I'd really dug in my heels and was sure that it was the year I'd avoid pneumonia, to the point that the husbeast finally made the doctor's appointment and physically hauled me into the office and shoved me in the exam room (my doctor loved him, and used him as a scale for how sick I was). Long story short, I had pneumonia. I come out of the exam room, the husbeast stands up and says "Well?" and I say "I have pneumonia."

And he says "YOU DUMBASS."

Everyone gasped and waited for me to burst into tears. I just rolled my eyes at him and trailed off to the pharmacy to get my medication.



With this past experience, the husbeast thinks he's an expert on my lungs. So I've had him looming over me, bitching, for the last two weeks, telling me I have pneumonia and to get my ass to the doctor before he does it for me. (To date he hasn't hauled me into my new doctor's office, but that day is coming, and when it does, my new doctor will love him too.) The thing is, after all those rounds of pneumonia, I know what it feels like. So I've been trying to ignore this lung thing.

Then I woke up Sunday morning, and my lungs felt just like my face does when I have a sinus infection. So off I went to the doctor yesterday afternoon. (See? I'm not stupid. When I think there's a problem, I go. I just have a different definition of 'problem'.) Since I'd had the bug for six weeks, they took an X-ray to be sure, but it's not pneumonia. They gave me antibiotics anyway, and a boatload of decongestants/bronchiodilators, and this morning I feel more human than I have since maybe Christmas.

I'm sure the husbeast will gloat over that, so I'm not going to tell him. Bastard.



Anyway. While I was in the waiting room at the doctor's, I knit on the sock (the heel gusset is all fucked up because of distractions):

Usually when knitting in public, some idiot makes some stupid comment, but yesterday I just got one, and it wasn't stupid. A woman sat down next to me and said "AH! I should have done that!" and pointed at my sock. "You knit?" I asked politely. "Well, no," she said, "but I could have brought SOMETHING." Someone else asked me if what I was doing was knit or crochet. It never fails to amaze me how ignorant some people are about where their underwear comes from.

Sekhmet (that fucker) has figured out that my laptop is warm. And she likes laying on my lap anyway. It leads to things like this:

Excellent treatment for bronchitis; get your cat to lay on your chest.


Just a reminder; I'm leaving for Florida tomorrow morning. Any orders made between now and then will get mailed, but after that, I won't be home to ship anything until next week. Of course any orders I get while I'm gone will be shipped as soon as I get home, but there WILL be a delay. I'll put up an announcement at the shop, too.


Oh, and The Baby is still cute.

See the cat ignoring her? While 'watching' with her ears? Idiot cat.