Well, I’m not a crybaby (which as a disclaimer probably means…) but the damn strep for which I got a shot in the ass on Friday (“Formulation is painful when administered IM {intra-muscular}, and it is often combined with penicillin G procaine to minimize discomfort at the injection site” – which is wasn’t! ) hasn’t relented.  Hence, it’s time to play Spin-The-AntiBiotics (STAB—as in “take a STAB at it”) with my seemingly resistant infection.  

Hrm…I was thinking that a hot fudge sundae might kill the strep if either the fudge were sufficiently nutty,  prodigiously abundant, or served on a quiet private beach somewhere in the South Pacific.  Actually, I’m probably naïve for believing that anyone of those conditions alone would cure me.  Surely, it would take a collusion of plentiful, nutty hot fudge on a sundae on the beach in the South Pacific all together to cure the intransigence of my pathogenic syndrome.   Damn.  Why can’t I be my own doctor and write my own Rx under the umbrella of total insurance coverage (transportation and accommodations included)?

ooo-ooo-update:  While blogging this, I was just reading an article called The Post-Antibiotic Age by Dr. Tim O’Shea.  Now I’m having second thoughts about playing Spin-The-AntiBiotics.  It seems that I should be getting enough antibiotics just from the food I eat!  About half of the 50 million pounds of antibiotics used each year in the U.S. go as additives to promote animal growth.  And food processing doesn’t destroy them.  So my jest about eating copious amounts of ice cream (with a concomitant legacy of milk-laden antibiotics) may not be far off the mark!  The only question is: Is the cure worse than the disease?  I think its becoming clear that prophylactic antibiotics are merely attenuating (and not killing) pathogenic organisms and thus encouraging them to mutate.  And, you know, that makes a hell of a lot of sense to me personally also because a lot of peeps have mentioned to me of late that I seem to have changed.  Say what?  Be not at all!  It’s clearly only my microorganisms inside that have metamorphosized.

In other news…

Although I never graduated or got a diploma from high school (It’s true!  Though I’ve taught as a professor since, I quit high school 2-3 weeks before the end of my senior year and never looked back as I had already been accepted in college.  LOL), my daughter, is not, apparently, following in my footsteps:

I've seen the day and I'm ecstatic!