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Back home. Don’t want to give me antibiotics now. Praying I’m not back in the ER in another day or two now with my head deal. 😔😔
If it is truly cellulitis and you had a reaction to an antibiotic, it seems strange to not change class of antibiotic to treat it. I hope you get better quickly. DO NOT be a hard-ass about things if you are not improving, or getting worse! Get in to be seen if any doubts.
Stay hydrated.
 
If it is truly cellulitis and you had a reaction to an antibiotic, it seems strange to not change class of antibiotic to treat it. I hope you get better quickly. DO NOT be a hard-ass about things if you are not improving, or getting worse! Get in to be seen if any doubts.
Stay hydrated.
Yeah I know I’m pretty beyond goddamn annoyed at this point.
 
The antibiotics made my face swell like the Pillsbury dough boy. Now the steroid I just got has me feeling like I might be up all night . Maybe when I get home I’ll dawn a headlamp and now the lawn 🤣
Sound like (reads like) some heavy drugs there... I read that as "I’ll don a headlamp and mow the lawn 🤣"
 
One of my boys got a touch of cellulitis behind his ear and they did an MRI to confirm it wasn’t in his bone as well and kept him in the hospital for a couple days on a cocktail of IV antibiotics to treat it. Definitely not something to mess with!

Make sure you are advocating for yourself to get the appropriate care.
 
Canadian Customs...

A funny story.

Back in the early to mid 80's I went on a week or two canoe trip to Algonquin Park with a few buddies. We flew from NY to Toronto where we would pick up a van and head up to the park following arrival.

While in line to clear Canadian customs, there was a very attractive young woman ahead of me in line, around my age at the time or a bit younger, who, during her bag search, was disclosed to have several jars of honey which were secreting a pretty decent amount of bud...(marijuana buds)...within. (Way more than what would be considered "personal use" in the states.)

I simply watched as the Customs Inspector spent more time trying to chat up the comely young lass than paying attention to the obvious attempt to get the bottles in, and she was ultimately free to go on her way, along with her stash...despite his obvious knowledge of the contents.

When my turn came, the Inspector diligently searched every nook and cranny, and item in my backpack, taking apart my camp stove and tent poles and whatever he could figure out how to disassemble.

I guess he knew that no potential sexual favors were in the offing for him with me...and when I showed him my badge and ID some minutes into the search, and asked him what exactly he thought I was smuggling in my camping gear, he became very defensive and unceremoniously sent me on my way...clearly disappointed that he could find nothing with which to ruin my day.

I said "I guess I wasn't good looking enough to pass inspection without the dog and pony show".

I gave him my card and told him to feel free to look me up when he was in the States so I could make sure he received professional reciprocity.

🤣


ETA: I've worked with and had great comrades in RCMP, Ontario Provincial Police and Quebec Provincial Police. They all got a kick out of that story when I told them about it some years later.
 
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