Regular followers of this blog will know that I have been missing in action for a couple of weeks. 
I picked up a skin infection called cellulitis, which produces open sores and looks awful. It also spreads quickly. Keeping in mind the dangers of the flesh-eating virus, necrotizing fasciitis, I beat feet into my doctor’s office. In the beginning, they both look the same. Fortunately, it was simple cellulitis, easily treated with a drug called Bactrum.
Three days into the treatment, I started to develop a rash. Every day it got worse! The itching was unbelievable! I stopped taking it and called the doctor. She called me in and told me that I was apparently allergic to sulfa drugs. We started to counter the allergic effects with Prednisone, but it continued to get worse and worse. She also prescribed a steroid cream. Well, the last two weeks have been HELL! I am just starting to heal; it appears that I will lose the top two layers of skin all over my body. Talk about the cure being worse than the disease! Who knew?
Regular followers of this blog know that I work part-time at a big box store in the garden department (that is where I go the cellulitis), to get me out of the house and be with people. While taking a 15 minute break in the main lobby, I noticed the head of our anti-theft department hanging around, ostensibly talking on her cell phone. This is rather rare as the use of cell phone while at work is frowned upon. The thing is that she was listening, not talking. Out walks a really ratty-looking couple with a shopping cart. Suddenly she sprang to action as her fellow anti-theft team member surround the man, with another member of management. 5 feet in front of me they challenged the man, who like his partner, was higher than a kite. They had him empty his pockets and he denied everything. Finally, he unzipped his wallet and there was a two-pack of batteries. He said, “Can I just buy them?” Our store folks told him “that ship had sailed” and took him into the office.
Meanwhile his lady friend said that “she wasn’t gonna git in troble for what he done.” The major problem for him was that he had drugs in his pocket as well. (I’ll bet that she was happy to do “somthin illgal” when they got high before entering the store).
What kind of lower life form thinks that it is a good idea to drive to the store high, steal $1.98 worth of AA batteries, while he has drugs on him – in a store that is absolutely ruthless in their prosecution of theft? The county website reported the next day that his bond/fine would be $5,000 – not to mention the jail time; all this for $1.98 worth of batteries? Who is watching the gene pool? I certainly hope that they do not reproduce!
Picture Credit: Motivate Me
