Cuba's latest favorite spot in the RV. She's a funny dog.

As we started driving over to Akumal, my throat started hurting and my chest filled up with crud and by the time we were here I was sick. It seems I get one of these chest colds every year, and at about the same time. I wonder if winter is programmed in my body and it doesn't care if it is 80° and sunny, it is time for a cold.

So, I've laid around a lot this past week. I did go to the doctor on the 2nd day as I didn't do that last year and got yelled at for almost getting pnuemonia. He gave me antibiotics and special cough expectorant stuff and told me to get a chest xray.

I haven't really done anything he said. I took one antibiotic, forgot the second one so didn't take any more. I tried the cough stuff once, thought the old stuff I already had was better so stopped taking that too. I'm not about to get a chest xray either. Years ago my friend Candy, who happened to be a doctor, told me that by the time anything shows up on a chest xray, you're dead anyway. So I figure if that's true why ruin what could be my last days? If nothing is there, why have the xray?

In spite of all this lack of cooperation, I'm getting better. I'm much better in fact. I still have a cough at night but it's not so bad and anyway that old cough syrup is some great stuff.

My get well regime is to just go to bed a lot and sleep as late as I can. Maybe I'm on to something.