Two shots, too late, too tired to do anything but too mortified at my laziness to just sit. That was my Tuesday.
A steroid shot, a B12 shot, nasal spray and meds may have this crud on the run. Doc thinks it's the record high pollen count in our area that has everyone under the weather. Yesterday, I had trouble breathing and that is too scary to think about. I've been sleeping very little and when I slept it was almost in an upright position made with mountains of too many pillows for a bed. I'm not a patient sick person. I refuse to accept rest may be the best thing. Since Horehound Candy (although it did stop the coughs) and Vick's salve didn't cure it, I had to seek medical attention...and that gets my goat! I, the stubborn, the know-it-all should be able to cure myself but humbly I submitted to real medical treatment.
Hubby waits to be scheduled for his pacemaker/defibrillator thingy. We hope the schedule accommodates us before it is too late. Does he sit and worry? Nope, out building fence. Good man.
I did restock cleaning supplies while I was out but for the life of me as much as I have waved my arm at them not one bottle of cleaning stuff has started doing the job without me.
I have spend my afternoon lazily reading the talent posted at The Mag. It is so amazing how every one has the same picture and yet seventy-five different, talented tales with poetry and prose are posted.
I hear the grass growing. The dust bunnies are having a party while the spiders are busily spinning their intricate traps for food as I write this yet something compels me to ignore it all and rest...