Back to Doctor Bart

After I danced around the Christmas tree on Christmas eve and breathed like a 94 year old woman who just did 101 jumping jack's afterwards I had to realise it was time to lumber back to the doctors office...

Doctor Bart listened to my lungs today, then looked me in the eyes saying "-This doesn't look good. You have a whole orchestra playing in there."

This is the mental picture I goth

He could hear whisling, squeaking, rattling, crackle and pop, he said.

10 antibiotics at once, then 9/day as well as 2 gigantic cortisone pills every day AND cortisone nasal spray 2 times/day.

All of this because I have a double-sided pneumonia, sinusitis-problems and an otitis on it's way (the doctor who did the rinsing managed to put up some water behing my eardrum, and now, after being deaf on that ear since then, it's about to turn into an otitis.)

And of course on top of it all this the bi-effects on all these medicines is swollen face. I can just give my best eyeliner to the fact that I soon will look like a moon-girl in the face!

And yeah...we all know what else below-the-waist-problem comes out of a heavy antibiotics cure...

If only I could bake bread out of it...