Drugs

I mentioned last week that I was feeling a bit puny. I finally got around to going to a doctor today. I'd been putting it off because my regular doctor I've seen for the last 10 years moved his practice to south Alabama and I had to find a new primary care doctor. I really liked this doctor and hated to see him go.
As it turns out, there's a doctor that's much closer to where we live that takes our insurance. When I called this morning to schedule an appointment, the receptionists asked if I could be there at 10:30.
I was taken aback because it often took much longer to see the old doc unless I was hacking up a lung, or spewing blood from an apendage. (To be fair, they always asked if I needed to see the doc sooner).
When I got there today, I was given a ream of new patient forms to fill out and by the time I was finished, they called me back. At 10:30 the doctor walked in.
This is the first time I've used a female doctor but I felt comfortable from the first. She wasn't in a hurry, and asked all the right questions.
She felt that I needed steroids and antibiotics. I was out the door with my scripts in less that 45 minutes.
I'm not sure if steroids affects everyone this way, but I routinely see things out of the corner of my eye. Monkey's, dogs, aliens, and chipmunks, to name just a few things.
I also have bursts of energy that must be burned away.
So this afternoon while Jilda went to work, I rewrote three stories, cleaned up the kitchen, fed the critters, and weeded the flowerbed at the back of the house. All the time I kept swatting at mosquitos as big as bats, that flitted around in my peripheral vision. But each time I snatched my head around to get a better view, they'd go into stealth mode, so I never saw them.
Thank goodness the phone rang, because I started to change the oil and rotate the tires on my truck.
I could probably write a novel tonight, but I'll keep it short. I think I see a tiny goat hiding behind my speakers.