My Sick Wife // Plasticmind Journal

My Sick Wife

Keep my wife in your prayers. She called the doctor's a few weeks ago, and instead of having her come in, they prescribed antibiotics over the phone—isn't that illegal, Rush? So after two weeks of antibiotics and painful coughing, she calls back and they offer her more antibiotics; no thanks.

Finally, she decided to visit the university nurse to discover that her left lung is filled with fluid and she probably has pneumonia. Needless to say, the demons were breaking out their dancing sticks at this point. I whole-heartedly blame the irresponsible doctor's for not doing their job. But I digress.

So as I said, keep her in your prayers, with finals and the move at the end of the week. Lots to do, little time to be sick. (That and I practically have to chain her to the bed to get her to rest. Even now I hear her sneaking to the kitchen to clean something...)

Update: Well, she went to the doctor's and they told her it was sinusitis which I can only guess from my Health class days is an inflammation of the sinuses. How they called that pneumonia, I'll never know...