So much for Waltre's excercise regime. He'd been dragging is arse around all day, and it even took an effort for him to drive to the conveniance store for a six pack of beer.
He was tired of being sick, and much to his dismay, after getting over the flue, he found that he still had the cold, and his nose had been blocked solid for a month. Things were not helped by the Oregon weather. Waltre was tired of the Oregon weather. Before the white man came the Indians wouldn't live in the Willamette Valley during the winter. They called it the valley of sickness. Oregon was wet and cold in the winter months, and the foul germ laden air just swirled around and around. Everyone was getting sick and tired of it.
His nasal condition was brought about by the 'over the counter' nasal spray he'd been using to ease the original blocked nose. The spray was supposed to give twelve hour relief, but the hours of relief got shorter and shorter until he only got about an hour of fairly clear breathing after each spray. So he began to use the spray more often than once every twelve hours, but the more he used the spray the more clogged his nose became. After continuing on this way for three weeks, he finally took a look at the instructions that were written in very small letters on the side of the spray container.
"Warning, this spray is not to be used for more than three days. If it used for longer than that it will make the condition worse."
So Walter went to the Doctor.
The doctor knew all about the condition, and he said: "It's very common. We have a Latin name for it, er, wait a minute...but basicly it's a condition that's caused by the medicine used to treat the condition."
The doctor said he could give him some sample nasal sprays that he gets from the drug companies, and then he basicly said:
"Spray into one side for a day, then spray into the other side for a day, then...no wait a minute, spray into both sides for two days then...wait a minute, hang on a minute while I go and get the spray. "
The doctor came back with two spray bottles.
"This should last you for a month. No; it'll last you for...each bottle will last for a week, and if it lasts longer than that then discard it immediatly."
He then wrote a prescription for steroids.
"This will lower your immune system so your nose will be able to breathe normally." He said.
Waltre was feeling a wee bit confused, but if the stuff cleared his blocked nose, then what the hell. He thought.
As soon as Waltre got back to his car he sprayed each nostril twice, then he realized that he hadn't been breathing through his nose, so he shot two more sprays into each nostril, while going through the motions of trying to breath through his nose, just for good measure.
He then drove back to Beaverton and found a Rite Aid Pharmacy. He liked to use the Rite Aid Pharmacy because they never charged him a dime. He'd enquired about the situation once, and the pharmacist said that his old insurance, the one that he used while he was on the dole for six months, was still paying for a part of his prescriptions. Betweeen his old insurance paying, and his new insurance paying, it covered the price of the drugs, and as such he didn't have a co-pay or anything to pay at all.
There was obviously a cock up somewhere, but Rite Aid said it was okay, so Waltre was prepared to go along with it all.
The pharmacist gave him the steroids that would reduce his immune system, and she said with a big smile: "No charge."
When he got home he decided to read the instructions. The steroids had a very small chance of having side effects that could reduce him to a vegetable like being that got every illness imaginable, but his doctor had weighed up the possibilities of the side effects, and he had decided that the risk of the side effects was worth taking the chance so as to gain a cure.
Then Waltre scanned the small letters for the word alcohol.
"Alcohol should be used sparingly as it might cause stomach bleeding."
What the hell does sparingly mean? Waltre thought.
He decided to hold off on taking the steroids till the next morning so he could have a six pack of beer that night. The thought of waking up in the morning with a bleeding stomach along with a reduced immune system did not appeal to him at all, and the word "sparingly" could mean anything!
His nose was still blocked solid, so he decided to take two more shots up each nostril. Then he thought it might be wise to read the instructions. He pulled the bit of paper out of the box that the spray came in, and he tried to find the dosage instructions, but there wasn't any. It did say, however, that overdosing might cause a condition that in rare cases has led to the amputation of ones nose.
Waltre had a secret fear about losing his nose. It came about while he was riding on a double decker bus in his home town of Birkenhead. Birkenhead, at that time, was situated in a remote cold and damp part of the north west of England, it was not far from Liverpool. Global warming has changed the climate a bit, but the people have yet to change. It was so bad a place that most people in Birkenhead decided to think that they came from Liverpool. As such it was from Birkenhead that he got his first concept about illusion and delusion, and he liked to look at the people of Birkenhead as he rode on the top of the number 28 bus on his way home. Even at such an early age he could tell that there was something very strange, and something very different, about the people of Birkenhead. Ah but, he also knew that he was one of them. I am that, he thought, as he looked at the strange people of Birkenhead from his lofty perch atop a double decker bus.
It was just as the bus turned left off Exmouth street that he caught the sight of man without a nose. He was a short and stocky sort, with a happy demeanor about him, but he only had two holes where his nose should have been. I am that too. Waltre thought. Then he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would someday look like the man without a nose.
He shoved the fear to the back of his mind, but he always knew, or thought he knew, that someday he would only have two holes in his face where his nose should have been.
To be continued.
He was tired of being sick, and much to his dismay, after getting over the flue, he found that he still had the cold, and his nose had been blocked solid for a month. Things were not helped by the Oregon weather. Waltre was tired of the Oregon weather. Before the white man came the Indians wouldn't live in the Willamette Valley during the winter. They called it the valley of sickness. Oregon was wet and cold in the winter months, and the foul germ laden air just swirled around and around. Everyone was getting sick and tired of it.
His nasal condition was brought about by the 'over the counter' nasal spray he'd been using to ease the original blocked nose. The spray was supposed to give twelve hour relief, but the hours of relief got shorter and shorter until he only got about an hour of fairly clear breathing after each spray. So he began to use the spray more often than once every twelve hours, but the more he used the spray the more clogged his nose became. After continuing on this way for three weeks, he finally took a look at the instructions that were written in very small letters on the side of the spray container.
"Warning, this spray is not to be used for more than three days. If it used for longer than that it will make the condition worse."
So Walter went to the Doctor.
The doctor knew all about the condition, and he said: "It's very common. We have a Latin name for it, er, wait a minute...but basicly it's a condition that's caused by the medicine used to treat the condition."
The doctor said he could give him some sample nasal sprays that he gets from the drug companies, and then he basicly said:
"Spray into one side for a day, then spray into the other side for a day, then...no wait a minute, spray into both sides for two days then...wait a minute, hang on a minute while I go and get the spray. "
The doctor came back with two spray bottles.
"This should last you for a month. No; it'll last you for...each bottle will last for a week, and if it lasts longer than that then discard it immediatly."
He then wrote a prescription for steroids.
"This will lower your immune system so your nose will be able to breathe normally." He said.
Waltre was feeling a wee bit confused, but if the stuff cleared his blocked nose, then what the hell. He thought.
As soon as Waltre got back to his car he sprayed each nostril twice, then he realized that he hadn't been breathing through his nose, so he shot two more sprays into each nostril, while going through the motions of trying to breath through his nose, just for good measure.
He then drove back to Beaverton and found a Rite Aid Pharmacy. He liked to use the Rite Aid Pharmacy because they never charged him a dime. He'd enquired about the situation once, and the pharmacist said that his old insurance, the one that he used while he was on the dole for six months, was still paying for a part of his prescriptions. Betweeen his old insurance paying, and his new insurance paying, it covered the price of the drugs, and as such he didn't have a co-pay or anything to pay at all.
There was obviously a cock up somewhere, but Rite Aid said it was okay, so Waltre was prepared to go along with it all.
The pharmacist gave him the steroids that would reduce his immune system, and she said with a big smile: "No charge."
When he got home he decided to read the instructions. The steroids had a very small chance of having side effects that could reduce him to a vegetable like being that got every illness imaginable, but his doctor had weighed up the possibilities of the side effects, and he had decided that the risk of the side effects was worth taking the chance so as to gain a cure.
Then Waltre scanned the small letters for the word alcohol.
"Alcohol should be used sparingly as it might cause stomach bleeding."
What the hell does sparingly mean? Waltre thought.
He decided to hold off on taking the steroids till the next morning so he could have a six pack of beer that night. The thought of waking up in the morning with a bleeding stomach along with a reduced immune system did not appeal to him at all, and the word "sparingly" could mean anything!
His nose was still blocked solid, so he decided to take two more shots up each nostril. Then he thought it might be wise to read the instructions. He pulled the bit of paper out of the box that the spray came in, and he tried to find the dosage instructions, but there wasn't any. It did say, however, that overdosing might cause a condition that in rare cases has led to the amputation of ones nose.
Waltre had a secret fear about losing his nose. It came about while he was riding on a double decker bus in his home town of Birkenhead. Birkenhead, at that time, was situated in a remote cold and damp part of the north west of England, it was not far from Liverpool. Global warming has changed the climate a bit, but the people have yet to change. It was so bad a place that most people in Birkenhead decided to think that they came from Liverpool. As such it was from Birkenhead that he got his first concept about illusion and delusion, and he liked to look at the people of Birkenhead as he rode on the top of the number 28 bus on his way home. Even at such an early age he could tell that there was something very strange, and something very different, about the people of Birkenhead. Ah but, he also knew that he was one of them. I am that, he thought, as he looked at the strange people of Birkenhead from his lofty perch atop a double decker bus.
It was just as the bus turned left off Exmouth street that he caught the sight of man without a nose. He was a short and stocky sort, with a happy demeanor about him, but he only had two holes where his nose should have been. I am that too. Waltre thought. Then he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would someday look like the man without a nose.
He shoved the fear to the back of his mind, but he always knew, or thought he knew, that someday he would only have two holes in his face where his nose should have been.
To be continued.
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