Time for a Z-Pack…
“Dr. K called me tonight,” dad told me during our medication ritual yesterday. “Your CAT brain scan results came back. He was worried about brain tumors, but you have the worst sinus infection he has ever seen in the thirty years of his practice. No wonder you’ve been miserable. Apparently, you’ve had lots of pressure on your brain.”
I sighed with relief. I was also worried about tumors. I was exhibiting some of the classic signs. They run in the family. Dad and my doctor started me on a Z-pack of heavy duty antibiotics. I already feel better this morning with lessened pain and pressure on the right side of my face.
Earlier in the week, mom and dad took turns with staying with me at night. Mom called me after I had regained some of my sanity and said, “You would just start talking in your sleep like someone was there besides me. It scared me. You were really acting crazy!”
Dad is getting Helen to cook fried chicken livers today. I used to love fried chicken livers dipped in ketchup. Somehow, I have lost the taste for them over the years.
“Get Helen to cook some fried chicken fingers as well,” I told dad last night. “I don’t much care for livers anymore.”
“Be sure to put some chicken livers on my plate, though,” I then told dad. “Maggie loves them.”
Dad smiled and said he would. I can’t wait until 3pm rolls around and I get to eat my chicken fingers and country vegetables.