- a treatable ear infection
- completely lost my sense of smell, if not a great deal of taste as well
As it turns out, the latter qualification proved unnecessary. Cost of that cold cure for the impatient, the wonderful Z-pac, runs $55-$65 without insurance! In that Ive only temped one day this week, not exactly in the budget. So, newly-sainted-friend-who-is-a-doc hooked me up with samples of an antibiotic containing the all-important amoxycillin I need to kick the cold, the ear infection and my constantly-on-the-verge-of-exploding stuffed head. (Seriously. I feel like I could be a live taxidermy exhibit.) Of course, because the samples are formulated to kids, it took 15 boxes to give me enough for the 10-day dose. Morning and evening, Im to mix up and drink a bottle and half of the stuff (each box has two bottles). Craziness.
At least it tastes better than my milk. But I didnt initially know it was the milk, of course. This morning, feeling slightly better than I have in a while, I decided to celebrate with that morning-standby latte I like to make. So I made one, rejoicing to see the bottom of the can of what has to be some of the worst coffee Ive ever drunk. But it was cheap ... and I bought it ... so of course Im using it up.
Because throwing in some cloves the other day seemed to improve the taste of the latte, overcoming the can-coffees repulsive bitterness (way worse than usual, for you coffee-haters), I decided to add some nutmeg.
When I sit down to drink the latte, I notice it tastes a little odd. But the coffees always made crap lattes anyway, so I chalk it up to some strangely unanticipated consequence of combining the bad coffee with too much nutmeg. Could be a weird chemical reaction, right?
Well, I actually drink almost half the latte, but finally lose interest in it. Much later in the day, I sit down to a pseudo dinner: trying a bowl of the oat bran flakes I mistakenly ordered in this afternoons Fresh Direct delivery (I really wanted plain oat bran so I could make my own granola). I get out the same gallon of milk from the fridge, noting that the sell-by date is Mar. 5, Mar. 4 for NYC. And I still have so much to use up! I think to myself. Pour the milk over the flakes.
But when I finally sit down to eat em a few minutes later, I notice a weird taste. And there is clearly no side effect of either cold, kiddie meds or feels-like-overstuffed-pinata head that can explain this. Although the cold does explain how my poor, pathetic, and much-abused nose could miss the sour smell of the milk.
And that should be good milk, people. Two days before the sell-by date, and its bad! I am so taking it back to the grocer tomorrow: I want my three dollars!
Because, you know, thats a paper-cup latte to replace the one I was robbed of, right there.
Anyway, thats todays blog. Clearly it has nothing to do with sex. But really, not even Monica got laid when she was sick, did she? I think she almost persuaded Chandler ... but then something happened. Im sure of it.