Friday, November 14, 2008

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras is all about denial. Lent, just around the corner, brings sacrifice, penance, a reminder of mortality. Why not put it off and distract yourself with pork fat and fruity cocktails?

Yesterday, I made it as far as the check-in kiosk at a walk-in clinic. For the past month, I've had a periodic cough that sounds like I've swallowed a mastiff. It's mostly gone, unless I find myself around any kind of Clorox wipe, smoke or other air-born particulate. I promised LB I'd go to the doctor, not because I thought I needed to but because I thought I could use my visit as ammunition the next time he needed to go and wouldn't.

In the midst of checking in, I decided I'd rather spend the $75.00 (I've no health insurance) on other things. Important things like Mardi Gras yarn.


Tonight, I'll settle down with a mustard plaster and some Mardi Gras knitting.

I feel better already.

3 comments:

That's a 7-letter Deborah, never a Deb said...

Lest anyone think my priorities are screwed up, I should note that I did NOT spend $75 on Mardi Gras yarn--I spent $13--and don't really think I'm that sick anyway. My priorities are a bit screwed up, but not THAT screwed up.

Shay said...

Ask LB to listen to your chest. If he hears a wheeze, go back to the kiosk.

Bronchitis turns into walking pneumonia very quickly and antibiotics are $$$. You can knit while you're recuperating :-)

(no I am not a health care professional, but I've had walking pneumonia!)

That's a 7-letter Deborah, never a Deb said...

No wheezing, only a heart murmer, although I did have fun recruiting cute volunteers to listen to my lungs.