still coughing, still mad, still fighting
It’s the 5th day since I stopped taking the blank blank Ramipril but the cough is no better.
The replacement drug has a different side-effect, an interaction with another of my meds.
I translated my complaining poem into French and emailed it to my cardiologist, whose reply was that yes, he was aware of the inconvenience of the side effect but it was necessary to correct my cardiac insufficiency. And I must continue taking both. Blah, blah. He did suggest a consultation to explain and discuss, which may prove a life-line. He’s on holiday until Monday but be sure I shall pester him. It’s a pity I like him so much, as I shall find it difficult to be anything but polite and friendly!
The sum total of my creative output this week doesn’t amount to much: two pairs of wheat-filled handwarmers in response to Pseu’s suggestion. It takes only 2 minutes in the microwave and stuffing them into your pockets before braving icy weather.
I hope the snowstorm Nemo doesn’t come up to expectations for my North American friends. but a pair of handwarmers could come in handy! Sorry about the horrible pun.