Antibiotics

One of the worst things that can happen to you before going on vacation is catching a cold. Despite downing enough Airborne to ward invading cold bugs picked up somewhere between Houston, TX and Worcester, MA (but not in either one of those places) the germs managed to latch on me after first attacking on Dad.

It wasn’t a bad cold. It did not turn into one of those scratchy, itchy, sneezy, runny messes. But it did manifest itself into a sinus infection that left the right side of my face feeling like I got clobbered by a baseball bat. It hurt to smile, to chew, or sleep. After one long painful night in Maui, I decided to seek medical attention.

The antibiotic side-effect is that skin becomes sun-sensitive. The good thing is that this will guarantee a beautiful sunny day in a tropical paradise. Sure enough on the far side of Maui at the foot of Haleakalā in Hana the sun lit up the blue surf that crashed against the black lava shore.

I did not die of exposure and my face feels so much better.

Dad, reluctant to go swimming for the first week in Hawaii due to his cold, finally took a dip in the `Ohe`o Gulch, formally known as The Seven Sacred Pools.