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Gonna Pour a Stiff one
Dec. 16th, 2008 11:46 pmIt looks like the thing that may finally get me out of here, might provide the irrefutable incentive to end this long and disasterous chapter of my life, is the simple need for a safe living environment.
This afternoon, I left the Crouse Hospital Employee Pharmacy with a bag containing $300 worth of drugs for my lungs. That's one month's worth, not including the Xopenex which is the fast-acting inhaler used to bridge over asthmatic flare-ups.
Tonight, in hopes of getting my first full night's sleep in almost two weeks (I've been up since before 2 AM), I took the first full course of these medications.
I was just drifting off to sleep when a cloud of cigarette smoke came drifting down the stairs from the room of my youngest daughter who is supposed to be quitting because of increased risk of cancer for smokers who take certain medications.
And she's the least of my problems around here. My son, who is provided food, clothing, shelter, transportation, cable, and cell phone service for himself, his son, and his girlfriend, will lie straight to my face when it comes to my requests that he not smoke in our unventilated bathroom.
That's after I fully explained, more than two months ago, why I wanted to avoid going down this path with a regimen of drugs known to cause kidney and liver damage and are only prescribed because the alternative could be respiratory failure. (He also fails to use the convenient and effective window fan which I built for his room last summer - and then lies about that as well.)
Then there are the two dogs and two cats, which put us at the limit per city housing codes, and which everyone claims to adore but no one wants to take care of. All of which generate what's called perennial - as opposed to seasonal - environmental allergens.
Tonight, since I probably won't be sleeping again, I'm gonna pour myself a good, stiff rum and Coke and hope that the folks who warn of possibly fatal interactions between the Prednisone, inhaled steroids, and alcohol are finally right for a change...
This afternoon, I left the Crouse Hospital Employee Pharmacy with a bag containing $300 worth of drugs for my lungs. That's one month's worth, not including the Xopenex which is the fast-acting inhaler used to bridge over asthmatic flare-ups.
Tonight, in hopes of getting my first full night's sleep in almost two weeks (I've been up since before 2 AM), I took the first full course of these medications.
I was just drifting off to sleep when a cloud of cigarette smoke came drifting down the stairs from the room of my youngest daughter who is supposed to be quitting because of increased risk of cancer for smokers who take certain medications.
And she's the least of my problems around here. My son, who is provided food, clothing, shelter, transportation, cable, and cell phone service for himself, his son, and his girlfriend, will lie straight to my face when it comes to my requests that he not smoke in our unventilated bathroom.
That's after I fully explained, more than two months ago, why I wanted to avoid going down this path with a regimen of drugs known to cause kidney and liver damage and are only prescribed because the alternative could be respiratory failure. (He also fails to use the convenient and effective window fan which I built for his room last summer - and then lies about that as well.)
Then there are the two dogs and two cats, which put us at the limit per city housing codes, and which everyone claims to adore but no one wants to take care of. All of which generate what's called perennial - as opposed to seasonal - environmental allergens.
Tonight, since I probably won't be sleeping again, I'm gonna pour myself a good, stiff rum and Coke and hope that the folks who warn of possibly fatal interactions between the Prednisone, inhaled steroids, and alcohol are finally right for a change...
