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Strep and bronchitis - both of us.  Trying to stave off pneumonia, which is rampant around here right now:  The BF’s cousin, who I think is around my age, has been in the hospital for over a week, critical, on a vent.  By comparison, we’re really lucky.

I spent much of last week and this week compounding herbal remedies for the BF, which I think helped him halt at bronchitis and avoid moving on to pneumonia, but there comes a point when Zithromax is required.  I actually thought I might escape with a mild case, but no.

Fortunately, last week (the 19th) I began a traditional medicine used by local tribes (including members of his), and it’s boosted my immune system enough that even a bad case hasn’t done its usual damage to me.  I’m cautiously optimistic that it’s working on my autoimmune disease, too - not a cure, mind you, but a better control than I’ve found anywhere else.

And if we feel well enough, we’re heading to the Santa Fe Farmer’s Market this morning to score some more herbs and organics.

Fingers crossed . . . .