I swear that bottle of antibiotic, horse pill/capsules hasn’t seemed to go down.  I even went so far as to count them today just to be sure they were.  These things are huge.  Heck, I think they’d choke a horse.  (Dave, they are 500 mg Cefadroxil.  Dave is not only a mystery writer but he’s a retired pharmacist.)  I’m so very glad I only have to take one every twelve hours.  They aren’t what are kicking my ass though, it’s the cough medicine that’s doing that.

     I won’t be writing this for long because I took some of that cough medicine a few minutes ago.  Just call me wheezy woozy.  Hmm, the label says, don’t drink alcohol with this stuff—um, no kidding you did that and you’d be passed out within two steps.  Don’t drive a car or operate heavy machinery while taking this—another word to the wise.  Take this stuff, try to drive, and you’ll be playing bumper cars.  As for operating heavy machinery—I don’t do that anyway, so you people are all quite safe.  Now it’s time to say good bye to all our company…The eyelids are slamming shut.  Have a good day.  Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz