My Sunday included my standard solo walk, a visit to the doctor(s), and the feeding at Hideaway Bar. And I’ve got some pictures to prove it!
I messed up with my tracker, so I don’t have a distance to report, although it was probably a tad less than 7K, based on past performance.
The visit with Dr. Jo and her physician husband, Chris, is always pleasant. It’s more like chatting with friends than a doctor’s appointment. Anyway, the diagnosis is that my coughing/phlegm expulsion indicates an infection not associated with my COPD. I got some meds for that, and they already seem to be working. Same with the eyes, and a different medication for that. I mentioned that they have that tube in the nostrils whenever I see photos of someone being oxygenated in the hospital. Since I can’t breathe through my nose with my sinus congestion, I’ll be a dead man if I’m administered oxygen in that manner. They both agreed that since nothing else had worked to relieve the congestion, I should consider surgery to remove the overgrown nodules in my nose. A different doctor had recommended that, but I rejected the idea when I was told it required being anesthetized to unconsciousness. I just don’t trust the hospitals here with my life. Dr. Jo says she has an ENT friend in Manila who is much better than the local doctors, and I agreed to pursue the surgery through her.
After the appointment was completed, I headed to the Jewel Cafe to order some food for the Hideaway girls. The nice thing about Jewel is that they deliver, so I don’t have to sit around waiting at the restaurant.
I was the only customer for most of the time I was there, and I guess things got a little crazy. I know my tab was over 3000 pesos, about triple what I usually spend. Joy messaged me this morning and asked if I remembered what had happened. Uh oh. No, I didn’t remember anything beyond getting home drunk. Joy said that I was licking the bare breasts of one of the waitresses. And no, I didn’t get grabby; she pulled her shirt up and offered them to me. I told Joy I was sorry, and she said, don’t be sorry; it was fun. If you say so. I’m embarrassed by that kind of behavior.
I’m really thinking I need to switch back to beer. I don’t seem to be able to pace myself appropriately with gin. The problem is that gin sneaks up on you–one minute you’re okay, the next you are a drunken idiot. And it’s not like I’m out drinking all night. I started at 5:00 yesterday, and my Fitbit says I was asleep at 8:21. I guess I’m just a lightweight.
It’s Hash Monday today, so I’ve got that to look forward to. I am also going to the dentist this morning to have my crown reattached. Yep, one adventure after another around here.
Lasagna for Joy
Maybe it’s the lighting, but that only barely resembles a lasagna. And what on earth are those things to the right of the lasagna slice? Garlic-bread slices?
I’m glad you’ve got meds for your various infections, and I’m even gladder that you’re getting surgery to remove what I assume are nasal polyps. I think polyp-removal qualifies as outpatient surgery, so you ought to be able to walk in and walk right out (after the anesthesia wears off). Good luck!
Be careful not to lick the wrong titty in future.
I hope the surgery goes well. Manilla seemed crazy when I went, but I also think that with it being such a large city, chances are you’ll get a good doctor. And I also think it’s funny you dropped 3000 pesos because you were drinking Gin. You’re the one who introduced me to Gin, and now I’m thinking maybe that’s why I was spending so much when I was out there too! 😂
Josh, it wasn’t the cost of the gin that made my tab so high; it was the gin making me buy all the girls a lady drink. Yeah, the gin was making you overly generous as well.
Kev, I’m not a big lasagna fan, anyway, but that slice’s appearance wasn’t the most appetizing. Yes, that was garlic bread on the side.
Thanks for the link on nasal polyps. I’m hoping for an in-and-out procedure and would prefer local anesthesia if that’s possible. If not, I want a competent physician administering the knock-out punch. If I have to travel to Manila for that, so be it.
Joy really gets into that food.
And it gets into her!