#i have an appointment tomorrow morning to get antibiotics

[areyousanta]

Well shit

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: February 23

“Inkpot Gods” by The Amazing Devil

[flamingpen18]

GRRrrrrrrrr.......

I hate needing to do this once again. My youngest has been battling strep throat on an off for 2 months. She's been on several antibiotics and steroids.

The school nurse just called me to let me know my offspring is again with her and has very swollen tonsils. She suggested taking my daughter to her primary care doctor to find out what is causing all the throat issues.

I set the appointment up for first thing tomorrow morning. Unfortunately, we don't have enough gas to get there and no money to put in the tank. I only need $20 to put in the tank. That should be enough to get her there and back.

Any help would be greatly appreciated.

@helly-watermelonsmellinfellon

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 17: Pneumonia

TW: pneumonia, coughing, sickness

Whumpee coughed and hacked violently, each subsequent cough sounding worse than the last until the fit finally subsided. Grimacing, they turned and spit the gigantic wad of phlegm into the trash can near their bed, kept there for that exact purpose. Wiping their mouth with a tissue—and dropping that into the trash as well—Whumpee settled back into their blankets, staring miserably at the ceiling.

They were so sick of being sick.

They’d called their doctor earlier that morning after waking up and nearly coughing their lungs out, then barely having the energy to make it to the bathroom. “Sounds like pneumonia,” they’d said, “we can get you an appointment to come out for testing tomorrow morning, if that’s okay.”

“...yeah…” Whumpee rasped, “I can do that.”

The best thing about the whole ordeal was calling off work. It wasn’t hard convincing their boss they were sick when they couldn’t speak without sounding like Batman had swallowed some gravel. It also helped that they couldn't finish a sentence without intense coughing.

Except now they were stuck in bed, dead tired but unable to sleep because of their lungs’ constant need to expel the disgusting substance building up inside them, unable to do anything but half-heartedly watch movies punctuated by the occasional coughing. 

In almost every other circumstance, that would’ve been a dream come true for Whumpee, but being sick had the unfortunate downside of being miserable. But a sick day was a sick day, and all Whumpee could do was rest and drag themselves to the doctor the next day, get on antibiotics, and get on with their life.

That was what they planned to do, so that was what they did.

Of course, life doesn’t like to play nice.

“Your symptoms aren’t improving?” Their doctor repeated, sounding puzzled on the phone. “Hmm… try this other type of antibiotic, maybe that’ll work…”

“They’re still not improving? There’s this other antibiotic, try that one…”

“This one…”

“That one…”

Whumpee groaned in frustration, tearing their face mask off and face-planting onto their bed. They’d been sick for over a month now and were forced out of necessity to go back to work. But between all the coughing and the fatigue, their coworkers gave them a wide berth. And the antibiotics their doctor kept recommending them were not working!

Whumpee screamed into their pillow, the guttural cry sounding like Gollum being tortured into the beginning of the Fellowship of the Ring. This wasn’t working. They needed a different approach.

They just had no clue what that approach could be.

[jilliam]

Gonna try to post 3+ lucky things that happened to me daily for October. They will likely be tmi ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

10/1:

Got ready to go into office pretty fast this morning so I had an extra 10 minutes to cuddle with partner before I left 😇

Went to get a clasp + sterling silver + silver solder for my jewelry class and originally the lady told me she didn’t have the clasp I wanted to use, but we looked at her collection together and she picked a different nice one for me to use

Was supposed to go to the doctor tomorrow for annual check up + wanted them to check out my 🐱 for a UTI/yeast infection, but realized that I accidentally scheduled a ‘follow up’ which is only 15 minutes and the doctor said I needed to schedule a real ‘check up’ which is 30 minutes. When I canceled the appointment I couldn’t get a 30 min appointment for this week, next availability was in 3 weeks :( but I was able to reschedule a 15 min appointment for today (instead of tomorrow) and was able to get antibiotics

Antibiotics only cost 30¢

[starseneyes]

Jaw Surgery: Two Weeks Post-Op

Today marks two weeks since my upper and lower jaw surgery. The Littles are all well, so I can spend time with them more, but my exhaustion is still the biggest barrier.

This weekend is my Littlest’s birthday party, so I have been pushing a bit to get things done. I knew going into surgery that planning a part at the house two weeks after surgery was a bit mad, but I wanted her to have a good party, and the cousins weren’t available for the 14th. So, that was that.

My family keep telling me how much better I look, and the swelling has definitely gone way, way down. But the all still know I’m not quite myself. Last night, my Eldest slipped into my room after bedtime to leave me a little card. Love that kid’s heart.

Ain’t it cute!? I can’t yet play outside or jump on the trampoline, but the temperatures here have been brutal, so there has been a lot of cuddles and watching food shows.

I am down to 7 daily medications, and tomorrow it will be 6. I do still take the Gabapentin via syringe because it is a floating pill and I cannot yet close my mouth. It’s getting closer, but not yet there.

Pain management is a lot better, and I am only taking medications for pain in the morning and at bedtime. I am sleeping somewhat better—4-5 hours straight a night. Then, I nap as much extra as I can get before the kids wake.

At my last checkup (the two week one), they told me that I need to irrigate these two pockets on either side of my lower cheeks. This means squeezing out liquids trapped, then using a mixture of antibiotic mouthwash and water to squirt into the cavity to try to clean it out.

I’ve been doing this for a few days, now, and it is getting easier. Less liquid. Easier to clean. And I have noticed a huge change in both swelling and pain since I started doing it. I am so glad my Surgeon caught it.

They told me that I’ll be out of the rubber bands at the next checkup if everything is going well, and I cannot wait for that. That is another two weeks away, but it is a milestone that I eagerly await.

After my 4 week appointment, I will be leaving for the UK with my family. So, I won’t get the plastic splint on my upper palate off until I come home.

But, my Surgeon said at the 6 week mark I get to eat whatever I want, even if he doesn’t see me between Week 4 and Week 7. That part makes me excited.

More healing to do. Hoping to be less exhausted and more energized soon. Onward.

[not-a-space-alien]

All Creatures Great and Small Chapter 9: Post-op

Story Masterpost

On AO3

Thanks to @static-stars and @appelsiinilight, without whom I wouldn't have ever written this far into the story! 🥰

Thistle has been through a harrowing experience and has taken just about as much adventure and stress as his tiny body can handle. Let's find out how he's doing!!

***

"Thistle?......... Thistle, are you awake?"

"No," he mumbled.

Amused laughter, faint and far above him.

"Thistle, sweetheart, how are you feeling?"

"Tired," he muttered, fighting through thick black fog to reach the surface where everyone else was. "I'm so tired, I've never been this tired. Please let me sleep. Don't make me be awake yet."

The voices stopped bothering him for a while, and three seconds later when a few more hours had passed, they came back.

“How ya feeling, buddy?”

Thistle groaned and tried to roll over.

“Don’t try and move, sweetheart.”

“When happen?”  Thistle blinked his eyes open, finally being pulled into some semblance of wakefulness.  Everything was dark–until he heard the squeak of metal hinges, and a door opening, letting light flood in on him.

He was in one of the metal kennels he’d seen at the vet’s office.  The ones with wire cage doors, except apparently they’d blocked his off somehow, to keep him secret.  He might have been anxious about this–and about the hands touching his shoulders, but he was still so, so tired–he had no energy to be anxious, let alone try to run away.

“It’s been a few hours.”  Marcy’s voice.  “It seems like everything went well.  How does it feel?”

“It feels like nothing.”

“The pain meds will probably be in his system until tomorrow morning.”  The voice of the doctor, the nice one who’d said she would make his legs stop hurting so much.  “I expect he’ll need more soon.  Just don’t give him more than 2mL in a 24-hour period.”

Thistle fought to accomplish the Herculean feat of raising his head to look down at his legs.  They were all wrapped up, multiple layers of bandages and braces and wire–the whole thing encased in a metal device that looked like it was pulling his leg taut–to keep him from flexing the muscles attached to the broken bones, he realized.

“Thank you,” he said muzzily.  His head dropped back down.

“It should be okay for him to go home now.  Just follow the instructions in that packet.  I’ll make sure I’m alone in the office at 8AM tomorrow, and I should be able to come by at 5, or I can cancel appointments if there’s an emergency.  The pain meds are for however much he needs them, but do make sure he takes the full course of antibiotics.”

“Thank you.  Thank you so much, oh my god, I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“Just doing my job.”

Marcy’s soft hands on his shoulders again, the pads of her fingers stroking his head.  “Thistle, are you ready to go home now?”

He tilted his head back, looking at her face, enormous and upside-down.  “G’home…?  I’m not still sick…?”

“You’ll be doing the rest of your recovery at home.  We can leave whenever you feel up to it.”

“Okay,” Thistle said.  Up to it, he has to be up to it.  “I can leave–Just, just give me a few minutes to–to stand up.”

“Oh, no,” Marcy said, and there was light pressure from the fingers, pinning him down gently.  “No, don’t get up.  We’re going to be carrying you for a while.”

He sagged with relief.  Of course they wouldn’t be making him walk, that was silly.  Still, the idea of being jostled around in a hand wasn’t much better.  “Okay.  Please just be steady.”

“We rigged up a little thing to carry you,” Marcy said.  “So you can just lie on it, and it’ll keep you as stable as possible.  We need to make sure you don’t move around too much until you’re all better.”

“Oh.”  Marcy was so smart, so kind, so nice…  He reached up and patted her finger.  “Thank you.  Hehe.  Mieas mias…teeel, amamaz….ahaha…Marcy….Telgeta, Marcy, Marcegeta, hehe…”

“All right, don’t hurt yourself, now.”  A little device appeared next to him, something made of wood and cloth and rubber bands.  “I’m going to lie you down in this, okay?”

“Thank you, Marcy.  You’re so smart.”  Huge fingers curled around him, getting under him.  “You’re so smart, and nice…and…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.”  The last yell came as Marcy picked him up and electric pain shot through his legs.  He squirmed and whimpered.  “Fuck, hurts, Marcy, hurts, it hurts.”

“Fuck, sorry, sorry.”  Marcy brought her other hand up to support his legs, keeping them straight, and the pain faded.  “Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry.”

Thistle groaned and tried to stifle his wiggling.

“Lalitha, can you–”

A second pair of hands came over and slid the device underneath of Thistle, and Marcy set him down in it.  He sunk into it comfortably.  It was a little bit like a hammock, suspended by rubber bands, to keep it steady yet allow it to sway, dampening the motions so it didn’t suddenly jolt him.  Thistle quieted down as he was lowered into it, the pain meds erasing all the aches and pains he would have felt while lying there still.

“So how about it, buddy?  You ready to go home?”

“Yes,” Thistle answered, and then immediately fell back asleep.

***

It was dark when he woke up again, but he heard Marcy snoring.  As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw the faint outline of familiar shapes–his belongings.  He was inside his little wooden house.

He groaned as he came to, his legs aching again.  As he became more lucid, snatches came back to him–Marcy talking to him in the car, carting him into the house, asking where he wanted to be put down.  He’d answered in his little house, on the table.  He barely remembered it–he’d been drifting in and out of sleep the whole time.

He was awake now, though.  He’d gotten a decent amount of sleep–although he would prefer to just keep sleeping if he were perfectly honest—-but what had woken him up was the pain in his lower body.

Oh, that must be the pain meds wearing off.

He remembered Lalitha talking about this.  He just needed to ask for more, right? He fumbled around in bed, trying to think of some way to get Marcy’s attention.  She was quite closeby judging by the snoring, but he was in his little house and all the windows were closed.

“Marcy,” he said, and when he got no response, repeated louder, “Marcy!”

The snoring stopped, and he heard the sound of her enormous body shifting on the couch.  “Hm, Thistle?” her sleepy voice said.

“I’m awake now, Marcy.”

“Can I open the window?”

“Yes.”

Marcy’s hand appeared, drawing the window open, and then her face came down level with the window.  “Hey!  How are you feeling?”

He still hurt, but it didn’t feel like he was actively dying anymore, which was definitely an improvement.  “Better.”

“Good.  Do you wanna come out?”

“Sure.  You can open the roof.”

Marcy unhinged the top of the little wooden construction, reaching down in and picking him up bodily by the hammock-like device he was still lying in.  She set him on the coffee table outside his house, then shut it again.

“I’m starting to hurt again,” he said.  “Can I have medicine?  For the pain?  Or did the doctor say not to yet?”

Marcy checks her phone.  “Let’s see, what time it is…Yeah, it’s been way more than 8 hours at this point, so we should be good to give you another dose.  We need to give you your antibiotics too.”

Thistle let out a puff of air.  “Thank you for keeping track of my medicine, I don’t think I could do it.”

The tip of Marcy’s pointer finger stroked his temple.  “Of course.  You just focus on getting better now.”  She wanted to ask about what had happened, and why he’d run out in the middle of the night, but figured that’d be a conversation for later, when he wasn’t so overwhelmed.  

Marcy got a syringe to measure out the tiny amount of medicine, serving it to him in one of his novelty-sized small mugs.  It tasted foul, but he forced himself to down it.

“What do you want to do now?” Marcy said.  “I imagine you won’t wanna do anything but watch TV for the next few days.”

He nodded.  “I think I’d like to go back to sleep, if that’s okay.”

“Of course.  Back in the house?”

“Nah, I can stay out here.  I’ll just doze.”

“Okay.  I think I’d like to go back to sleep, too.  I’m pretty tired. I called off work today.”

Thistle was completely disoriented about what time of day it was, but luckily he didn’t have to concern himself with such things.  “Okay.”

“Anything else for now?”

“No, I think this is good.  Thank you for taking care of me, Marcy.”

“You’re welcome.”  She smiled fondly at him as she lay down on the couch.  The couch, she’d slept on the couch to be near him, so she could help him as soon as he woke up.  I love you, Marcy.

Marcy was back asleep fairly quickly.  Thistle lay awake a bit longer, waiting for the pain medicine to kick in, so the stabbing pain in his legs would stop keeping him awake.

Movement out of the corner of his eye, from the couch.  Except it wasn’t Marcy.  It was two mousey brown shapes on the back of the couch.

Violet and Petunia, the two mouse-borrowers who’d gotten him into this wretched mess.  They’d put up such a fuss about not wanting to go near humans, and now they were here, two feet away from Marcy as she slept.

“You!” Thistle hissed.

Marcy stirred at his yell, and Violet and Petunia both bolted down and out of sight.  The human rolled over, but otherwise made no movement.

Thistle eased himself back in his hammock a little so that he could sit up.  He crossed his arms stormily.

A minute later, he heard the distinct sound of Violet climbing up onto the coffee table.  Her furry hands appeared a moment later, pulling her up.  Petunia clung to her back like a monkey.

“You have a lot of nerve!” Thistle snapped in a strained whisper.  “You left me there!  You didn’t tell them where I was!”

“No!” Violet said.  “I’m sorry, we tried to do it, to get to the house, but the dug was in the way.”

Thistle’s face darkened.  He was absolutely fuming.  “I was lying there for forever!  I almost died!”

“I’m sorry,” Violet said again.  “I’m sorry, please, please get it, we did our best, I-I wouldn’t have just left ya there, I swear, I swear we tried to get all the way to the house and get the beans’ attention somehow, but they came out on their own before that.”

“I’m sorry, mister,” Petunia said.  “I am, really we are, I promise we’re so, so sorry.”

Thistle let out a sigh.  These two had already been struggling when he’d found them, it was hardly a surprise they’d failed to make it all the way to the house and communicate to the humans where he was, before Marcy realized something was off, woken up by his shout.  “Okay, I guess.  Well, I had surgery, and I should get better, so I guess it’s okay.”

“So you’ll let us stay here?” Violet said.

“What!” Thistle peeped.  “When did I say that?”

They all fell quiet as Marcy let out a breath and rolled over again.

“Please let us,” Petunia said.  “Please, our folks passed down, and it’s just been Vivi trying t'take care of me, and it’s so hard to find a good place.”

Thistle rubbed his temples.  “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just tell Marcy you’re here?”

“Please don’t!” Petunia cried, terrified.  “Please!  The beans can’t know!”

Same as Jewel.  He wanted to tell, so, so badly, he didn’t want to keep things from Marcy.  But he knew all too well what it felt like to be terrified and helpless before someone so much larger and more powerful than you.

“Fine,” he sighed disgustedly.  “It’s not my house, so I don’t have the authority to give you permission to stay.  But I won’t tell Marcy you’re here.”

Petunia smiled widely, showing the gap between her front teeth, and clapped her little hands.  “Thank you, mister!  You won’t even know we’re here!”

Sheesh, how many little creatures were going to secretly call this place home ? Thistle settled back down into his hammock.  “Well, if you’re going to-”

He looked up to see that they’d already gone, leaving him alone.

“Goddamn it!” Thistle shouted.

Marcy jolted.  “Hm?  Is everything all right?”

“Oh,” said Thistle.  “Um, yeah.  Sorry.”

“Did you move your leg in a way that hurt?”

Ugh, he hated this, hated hated hated being expected to lie to Marcy.  He nodded, knowing if he opened his mouth to try and lie a bunch of garbage would come out.

“Well, let me know if you want more medicine.  Sleep well.”

****

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[padawansuggest]

Today has been. A fucking roller coaster. As per my post this morning I know I told y’all I woke up at a 9 that spiraled into a ten but lemme tell you what overall happened.

Got back to sleep around 3 hours after I got the nerves to calm down

Woke up four hours later at a 9 that only just barely didn’t spiral

I didn’t even use the bathroom I just pulled on a bra and shorts and a dress and grabbed the bag I made up that morning and left the house for urgent care. No ambulance for UC but it’s literally just around the corner

Only go there instead of ER cause sis reminded me my GP JUST swapped over there so it’s time to get some real help from someone who doesn’t think I’m drug seeking even if I’m at a pain level so high I’m considering S-wording myself

She tells me that even if I have all the symptoms but dryness from sjögrens, a flare up isn’t supposed to be a 9-10 so she thinks it’s an infection and tells me to get antibiotics and oxycodone

Lol as much as I was blinking to stay awake in the store and also I accidentally texted a no-reply number but idk if someone on the other end saw that lmao, it’s not as powerful as they say

So the pain is THAT bad

Two hours later the pain was that bad again

I tried to nap I took pain killers I took another oxy two hours early I played a video game

I am considering if I want the next oxy now that I am past the time limit idk it’s not that bad probably because I’ve been rubbing numbing gels all over my face for hours

Anbesol was really perfect for helping numb my mouth enough to eat something with actual texture to it so that was nice

Idk man it’s been a long ass day and all this shit and it’s still not enough

Istg if this one isn’t gotten rid of with antibiotics I’m gonna scream. Doc seems convinced it’s an infection rollover and I trust her but the ER doctor (while they are always very nice and helpful to me, they’re only really useful for shit like emergency imaging which the radiation tech loves cause he gets overtime lmao) was like. Yeah we could give you a different antibiotic… and made it seem like it was cautionary and not the real solution but idk wake up at a 9 twice in one and maybe it’s an infection

Srsly I got a mental health appointment for the 21st but I’m starting to think if I wake up at a 9 more than twice in one day tomorrow I’m not gonna make it to the 21st

My only saving grace is that I didn’t get sugar at the store. This may seem odd but I am allergic to cane sugar, but when I’m stressed I don’t binge but I do reach for the sugar and end up with mouth ulcers so that’s not like. Nice. Proud of my for avoiding sugar and alcohol in a single trip. Of course, I am also on oxy so idk I don’t wanna DIE

Btw nicest pharmacist ever, he said that since I had a drug I was also picking up today that wouldn’t be safe with oxy, the insurance would not cover the oxy, so he swapped it from 25$ capsules to 8$ tablets and I was okay with paying full for only 8$ lmao he’s amazing.

Um. Love y’all. Glad I went to ER a few days ago and glad sis reminded me they ain’t shit and to go to doc UC today.

[pbandjesse]

Today was. Like 4 different days. I am excited to go to sleep.

I sort of got to sleep in. But not actually. I didn't have to be up until 8 but I would feel stress and couldn't stay asleep. I did get to see James briefly before they left. And I would get up pretty soon after that.

I felt like my face was really puffy this morning. Like my eyes and cheeks seemed puffy. I had coughed really really hard at 6am. James said I sounded like I was struggling really bad. I would do a little better once I was up and standing. And my face would stop being puffy by the middle of the day. But I was feeling kind of bad about myself to start.

I had breakfast. James left me an omelet in the microwave. I shared some of it with Sweetp. And would get myself ready to leave.

My appointment was at 9. And everyone was driving stupid. And me being nice and letting someone in front of me caused me to lose the last parking space in the lot so I had to turn around in the office ally and park on the street. Which was fine and only mildly annoying because the couple that snagged the last spot were still sitting in their car when I was done in the doctor's which means their appointment was after mine and it annoyed me. Ugh

I had a good appointment. I think my doctor thinks I'm funny. James says it's because I recount stories like a stand up special. But the thing I like about this doctor is because he doesn't dismiss me because I'm silly in my delivery.

I tried to make him understand that while I was mostly okay in this moment, I would deteriorate throughout the day and the night was the worst. And he got it. He thinks I'm still a little sick because of the rhumatologist medicine. So he wants me to try antibiotics. And taking Flonase consistently to try and help the drowning. And if nothing improves he has also prescribed me the same steroid as before and maybe if I take that throughout the day rather then just once it'll help longer. He's really nice.

I paid and made a followup appointment. And headed out.

I was so close to the museum that I decided to stop and say hello to James. When I got there I got some compliments on my outfits from Meghan and one of the newer educators and it was so nice to chat with Meghan. She would actually reach out to me later and we made plans to hang out in a few weeks. She's great.

I also just hugged in James for a minute and told them what the doctor said. It was a worthwhile stop for sure.

I left as their group was coming in and went to my job. It wasn't much longer then the drive from home. And it wasn't a bad drive. No real traffic but someone started tailgating me and flashing their high beams at me for not tailgating the person in front of me I guess. And then once they got around me I watched them swerve in and out of traffic and it was so dangerous. Stupid behavior.

I got to camp and put away low ropes first thing. Before I even got to the office. And it was much warmer today so the only thing that sucked was moving the ladder around. But I got it done and it was honestly beautiful out and I had worn enough layers to be comfy.

I went to the office next and filled them in on the appointment. And then about the workshop tomorrow. Checked in about Samson and anything they wanted me to bring. Specifically the quad poster that needs to be repainted with more current pictures but it's something at least.

I would do some work on my document and my workshop and just some other little things. I had the rest of my spaghetti from last night for lunch. It was a nice day.

In the afternoon I would take a walk to the art building. I collected the got glue guns and a few small things for tomorrow. I also grabbed my hiking slip one and some of the clothes I had up there to bring home and decide if I'm getting rid of them for real. I grabbed some clogs I had up there too and wanted to try those again. But I tried them tonight and remembered why I was getting rid of them. Ah well. Worth trying.

I went to the nature building next and got a tank to set up for Samson. He was mostly buried but I stole some of his dirt for the travel tank. And would leave him for now. I would return for him at the end of the day.

When I got back to the office I poked around the attic. Worked on writing my feild trip schedule for the next couple months. Got confused about a creative alliance workshop I had written down and sent an email to Parker and then immediately realized what it was and emailed him back to ignore my last email and he thought that was very funny. Sometimes I move to fast with sending emails!!

But it's fine

I got my calendar all set up and hung it in the window.

I would do a little designing for the wedding open house were having. And went through some photos Elizabeth uploaded to the drive. And worked on that until I needed more feedback before I could move forward and Elizabeth was on a tour so it really decided the end of my day for me.

I would chat with Heather and promised to take pictures tomorrow. And went to get Samson.

He was poking out of his shell and he's a sweet boy so it was not a big deal to transfer him. I brought the tank to my car and buckled him in in the backseat.

And then it was time to go.

I stopped at the grocery store. To get Caeser dressing for dinner. And then drove home. It was not a bad drive. Not to much traffic. I was just tired.

When I got back I took Samson in first. Then came back to the car for eveything else. I moved my car closed for the second run. And saw our neighbor Ryan and we waved. It is nice to make friends with the neighbors.

I spent the next bit of time putting my materials together for the workshop. And putting some stuff away. I'm just thrilled with the studio right now and I can't wait to a really have time to sit and make things. I have some plans!

James would come home soon. I was moving some stuff into our book cases and was so happy to see them. I started not feeling amazing and decided to stop working and went to chill on the couch.

James made me a salad and they had falafel. And we would chill for a bit before it was time to go to the theater.

James was working concessions at theater project and it was a happenstance show so I wanted to go. And it was fun! When we got there it was nice to see Chris and then happenstance had set up a puzzle of the garden of earthly delights and I worked on it with someone else.

I'm sad I didn't get their name but they we were so fun and we talked and worked on the puzzle for a good half hour. We talked about puzzles and school and cults and shows at this theater and they were just so lovely. But then I ran to the bathroom as the house opened and when I came back they were gone and I couldn't find them again. I hope we cross paths again!

The show was fun. I always love the different clown styles of happenstance. This was very different. It was medieval. Which is much later in history then they usually play but it was fun. Not my favorite show but I thought it was really wonderful. There was apart where a demon was attached to a guy and all the costumes were just so fun. I had s really good time.

I was struggling to not cough the whole time though. I had to use the inhaler twice during an 80 minute show. I hope I wasn't disturbing anyone but I know I was at least a little. Sorry everyone.

When the show was done I followed James out. I had saved them a seat at the very top of the theater and we were able to quickly pop out the back. Grabbed our coats and headed out.

We walked past the new club that opened next to/under theater project and you could literally hear the music from the club during the show so I'm sure that has become an issue for theater project. I hope they can figure something out there because it's kind of a shitty situation. Like no one is in the wrong but it's not cool for sure.

We got to the car and my mom had just called. I'm like. Okay whos dead. Also if it's my dad I'm gonna be pissed. But no one is dead. Dad is just in the hospital. He is okay. This is a good thing. It feels to heavy to talk about, but he's getting help and that is positive movement. And I just want to know my parents are okay and not just living but happy and thriving. And I'm proud of him for taking the steps to get better. Even if it's really hard.

We would get home and see that Samson was awake and eating lettuce. Sweetp was being a cutie. James gave me a hug and took my workshop stuff to the car so I wouldnt have to in the morning. And I went to take a shower.

The shower helped a little but I really want to sleep now. I am coughing still but it's not as constant and not as hardcore. Tomorrow I will be better.

Tomorrow is a busy day. I have my workshop until 1130. And I hope to have Samson back to camp by 1230. And then back home not long after 1. I would like to sleep for a little. And then I head to the musuem for the fundraiser! I'm looking forward to the night. I hope it's a lot of fun.

I hope you all have a good night too. Sleep well. Take csre of yourselves. Take care of eachother. Good night.

[philomelas-tongue-says]

good news: my queue spitting out the "what if i scared" post made me text my workfriend to see if she wants to get coffee this week

bad news: despite their assurances to the contrary, the doctor's office will in fact not prescribe me the ear antibiotics until they look at the ear. and like. i understand to some degree that they do not just want to give prescription meds to me because i asked over the phone. but i literally had a WHOLE APPOINTMENT about this last year where i explained that i swim regularly and i am somewhat prone to swimmer's ear and i've had it 4x as an adult so i do actually know what it's like and can easily and immediately recognize it (bc like ... it's a mild infected ear when you are a regular goer-in-water, it's not hard to be like oh yeah it's this), and the provider was like "oh ok yeah we can write it down in your file. you can just call for those" and now. they are not letting me do it. like i would understand if it was a systemic antibiotic but this thing is literally topical. it goes in my ear. that's it.

this would all be fine if i could get an appointment before FRIDAY MORNING bc the fucking dr's office isn't open at times i don't have class or teaching until then. woe. agony. i am literally just gonna be miserable tomorrow and friday and then also all weekend bc the drops take a few days to work! and then i'm gonna have to go to my brother's birthday celebration and take my german comprehensive exam while miserable!! οἶμοι

[theretirementstory]

Bonjour et bienvenue on this the last Sunday in November! Here in Bar-sur-Aube the temperature is 7c and we are due rain! That’s fine for me as I have inside jobs to be done today……dusting, polishing and cooking are just some of the delights in store!!

So, how was your week? Mine has been hectic, worrying, happy and some sadness in their too I think.

It started with my granddaughter having to spend a night and morning in hospital (with “The Daddy”) as she has had croup. Then it was the two hour journey to the hospital for my MRI scan. It was due at 6pm but it was 7.15pm before I entered the machine (there was a problem with it). When I exited the machine there was another worry as I had large red blotches on my chest and the doctor needed to see me 🙄. Think it was just from the sticky pads they had attached to me but they were checking it out anyway. It was after 8pm when I set off for home, it was tanking down, the road is undulating and a lot of lorries use the route, it’s only dual carriageway and it wasn’t lit at all, that made for one hairy drive back (I was pleased I wasn’t behind the wheel).

I had my visit to the podiatrist, gosh can she talk! I know she loves to speak in English and she enjoys telling me her woes (I too have been in her position), so I just let her unload.

The right side of my mouth was causing rather a lot of pain, so much so, I didn’t know if it was upper or lower jaw!! Finally gave in and rang the dentist for an emergency appointment, it was just as well I did, as there was the start of an abscess and I am now on antibiotics.

Great news!! My carte vitale is now up and running again (well I got my new attestation) the card itself will be replaced as it no longer works in the machines. Never the less I am now back in the health system. I have sent off all the forms for reimbursement of monies, 🤞 on that one!

I asked Anie to call down for tea and cake, she was late arriving (after 5pm) but she stayed for a while and we talked a lot. I have had lots of messages from friends in France and the UK.

Marlene had said that she had been unwell and so I decided visit her. I picked up some cacti (she has a collection) and took those in place of flowers. I hadn’t intended to stay for long but, as usual, she invited me in and we drank orange juice, I ate a pastel de nata and we talked. She complimented me on my French, and asked if I was still attending a class. It was so lovely to see her.

Monique messaged with her news (mainly about her husband) but said that she may get to see me sometime soon.

I had a video call with an old school chum and after discussing one another ailments we came to the conclusion that we are getting old! I happened to say that when we were younger, if a person died, at the age that we are now, we said that they were old people 😳, instead I sometimes think that I am still in my 40’s!

I am entertaining at lunchtime tomorrow, Laetitia, another friend who has been unwell (and is a younger person) is going to see the work doctor and will call to see me afterwards. I had thought about making the stuffed tomatoes again but have decided on pasta in tomato and mascarpone sauce with garlic bread and a green salad, followed by a strawberry cheesecake. I think that will require less chewing for me and still be very tasty.

“The Paralegal” has had his car serviced and MOT’d, just as well as he has been clocking up the miles this weekend. He has now got a price for the electrical work at the house, so if this guy can start soon, it means that work can move on and he will be kept busy.

The decorations will be going up in town this coming week, the tree was being installed and I am sure it will all look marvellous by this coming weekend.

Poem time again and this time it is an excerpt from “The Night Is Freezing Fast” by A E Housman

“The night is freezing fast,

To-morrow comes December;

And winterfalls of old

Are with me from the past;”

So my diary for next week looks relatively empty, apart from my lunchtime visitor and hopefully a concert at the Conservatoire in town on Wednesday. Well, we all know how quickly that can change!

Have a great week!

[friend-of-a-cat]

Turns out I have a sensitivity to antibiotics I’ve been prescribed and it’s getting worse the more I take it. So. That’s not great. Pharmacist said it’s not good and that I need to ring a doctor as soon as possible. Was hoping to get into one today to get transferred to a different kind of antibiotic but everywhere is booked out. I have an appointment tomorrow morning, though. I’m on day 4 of 5 of my course and it won’t be good that it’s incomplete, because obviously I’ve stopped taking them today, so hopefully we can get it sorted tomorrow. Scary stuff. Didn’t help that when I brought up my symptoms to my parents (I’ve been staying with them in my home town for a bit because I was going to a funeral here) they said I was fine and to stop stressing out. So I just thought I was panicking and that I must be fine. I am not.

Also, it’s an absolute marvel that it’s impossible to get medical care in Australia, at least in Victoria where I’m from. Usually if I want to see a doctor I have to wait three weeks at the minimum. Everywhere is always booked out. Shit’s fucked. We should have the resources to let people get the care they need, especially in serious situations, and we just don’t. I’m thankful, of course, that I live in a country where we at least get help for things, but still. It’s not ideal.

[jodilin65]

Earlier this morning, I planned to have a mani-pedi, but the salon was closed. Instead, we visited Treasure Mart during a nice mini thunderstorm, a place we hadn’t been to in many months. We spotted some cute things that caught our eye, but they were a bit pricey, so we decided not to make any purchases. There was a figurine I almost bought; it was nice, but nothing extraordinary. Nonetheless, it was refreshing to get out. We strolled through the aisles of the large store for nearly an hour. Towards the end, I suddenly felt exhausted, realizing I need to be more active to build endurance to avoid getting tired easily. Because of it, he moved the treadmill back into the living room. I just don’t get enough of a workout hitting the road in VR.

Tomorrow, I’m scheduled to visit the salon, and on Thursday, I have a painting class at the clubhouse.

The hammering next door has begun. I’m guessing this is where they start hammering down the borders. I don’t see a truck over there, though, and I didn’t see anyone in back so maybe they’re starting on the other side of the house. Then again, these houses are so damn close that if he was hammering on his exterior living room wall or the exterior wall of the second bedroom, I would hear it in here. I just hope they’re done with whatever they’re doing before I start sleeping in!

We talked about some future activities we want to do. For $65 each we can get taken out on a boat, given a wetsuit, and go snorkeling with manatees. This is at a place an hour north of here.

There’s also a walking trail nearby that might be a fun place to go when we’re bombing the place.

So I called and left a message for them to give to Rhonda about the breathing issues caused by the nitrofurantoin and asked if I could be switched to bactrim or amoxicillin.

OMG, I’m so pissed. I’ll have to finish this later.

Okay, I’m back. The girl who works in the office called telling me to call her back after we agreed she could leave a message. When I called, she said my urine test was negative.

Then why the hell was I given an antibiotic and put at risk of getting a yeast infection if it was negative?

So now I’m waiting for the nurse to call back with more info and I’m going to answer since I know that even though I once again reminded them that they could leave all the detailed messages they want, I’m just gonna be told to call back.

Damn, do I miss Galileo!

Anyway, unless all these doctors are missing something, I’m going to assume that any burning I’ve been feeling is due to menopause. It can be pretty bad from what I was told, and of course, I always have to get it the worst. If I can’t manage to get it under control myself, then I might have to make a GYN appointment.

The honker is trimming the tree between him and Sue. I thought that was something he normally did before he left but if he’s interested in an event at the end of next month, he probably won’t leave until May.

Yesterday his truck never moved at all, which is unusual for him, so I’m guessing he was either picked up or was very sick.

Oh, look at that. Colleen is over there with him now even though her vehicle isn’t there. I’m a little worried that this relationship could cause him to move down here full-time or stay here longer but maybe she’s a snowbird too. I’m now guessing he was over at her place yesterday. It’s only about a five-minute walk over there. What are they going to do, though, unless she too is from his area of Canada? Have a relationship every other 6 months?

[mosspapi]

Hhhhhhhng I have an appointment with the bank tomorrow morning abt setting up an account that my parents don't control and I am highkey panicking abt it lmao. Doesn't help that I have an appointment with my psychiatrist less than an hour afterwards where I'll b getting antibiotics again. Someone kill me please

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 132

Achilles Castle part 37

Kate: pov I tell them about the time traveler, the psychic, the magician, the doggie case, bigfoot. Being trapped in a freezer, being handcuffed to Castle, the vampire and werewolf cases, the case with the baby. And a few other kid friendly cases. We have to get back to the booth to help Castle with the book signing.

Alexis: pov Lanie, Papa Jim and Kate are back, looks like someone got their face painted. My Dad and Kate both signed a bunch of autographs for fans. It's decided we are taking a break for lunch. Lanie says one of the booths has food. She saw the food when we walked by. It's healthy food. We all agree to have the fruit salad and veggie soup. Everyone picks a different flavor and grabs a water.

Dave: pov at the picnic table we sit down and eat our food. Mr Castle has a Dr's appointment tomorrow and they are trying to figure out who goes with him to it. Kate is still not cleared to drive. I throw everyone's trash away so the group can head back to the booth. After signing a few more things, Castle says it's time to go home.

Martha: pov back at the house Katherine is laying on the sofa. I'm in my room talking with a friend on the phone. Richard is ordering food for dinner.

Castle: pov the food I ordered looks amazing Kate is eating fish with vegetables while everyone else is having Chilli. The food is amazing, Kate says she doesn't like her food, it doesn't taste good. Alexis asks Kate and Lanie if they want to go in the pool with her and Dave after dinner.

Kate: pov me and Lanie put on our bathing suits and head outside to the pool Lanie is helping me snap my life jacket on. I didn't do my PT today so this should count. Lanie is in the water in front of me holding my hands while I do my Pt stuff which is rough. Alexis and Dave are sitting on the edge of the pool cheering me on as I swim to the other side of the pool, I have to be careful when I'm in the pool. My tummy feels funny.

Lanie: pov I can tell Kate is exhausted. She heads upstairs to shower and change into her pj's Alexis and Dave are now watching a movie on the sofa. Castle is in his office and Jim is upstairs reading. Kate is sitting on the sofa asking Alexis and Dave what they are watching he says no clue was channel changing Kate says she is going to bed she has a tummy ache it's only 8: 00. We did kinda get up early but that has not bothered her before. Kate, and Alexis are going with Castle to the Dr's appointment tomorrow.

Kate: pov I'm awoken to the sounds of my stomach not agreeing with me in the middle of the night. I run to the bathroom and throw up. I can hear Lanie getting up asking if I'm okay, I say my stomach doesn't feel good. She goes downstairs and grabs me a water bottle. I feel horrible, I can hear Lanie in the room. She reappears with the pillows and blankets from the bed and puts them on the floor. So I can lay down, she lays down next to me on the floor and rubs my back.

Lanie: pov I think Kate has food poisoning, this is going to be a long night. She gets sick a few times but eventually falls asleep for a bit.

Alexis: pov dad told me to tell Kate breakfast is ready, she and Lanie are not in bed neither is their bedding. The bathroom door is ajar. That is when I see Lanie sleeping on the floor near Kate. Lanie says late last night Kate was throwing up.

Jim: pov in the morning everyone is up and getting ready for the day. Alexis and Dave are making eggs and bacon for breakfast. Katie is now downstairs and heading toward the sofa in the living room. She doesn't look okay. I can hear Lanie in the bathroom looking for something. She asks Castle where the thermometer is because it's not in its usual place. Once she finds it she takes Katie's temperature and says it's a fever not too high. I can hear her on the phone talking to Dr Burkett.

Lanie: pov Kate is still taking antibiotics. Since it's a fever and her only other symptoms are vomiting and a stomach ache. Dr Burkett said to just give her tylenol and monitor her if her fever gets too high or she feels worse just take her to be seen. Jim is making her some broth, Martha and Alexis are taking Castle to his Dr's appointment. She threw up after taking her meds. I might have to give her the i v version. I give her some tylenol after she finishes eating which she throws up. Kate's main Drs are Dr Burkett her cardiologist, Dr Burke her therapist, her pulmonary Dr and her regular Dr. She sees Dr Burkett more than her regular Dr.

Kate: pov I kiss Castle goodbye and tell him I hope his appointment goes well. me and Lanie are going to head upstairs and watch a movie. Dad offers to watch an old movie on the TV downstairs with Dave. Lanie asks for my arm and I stupidly say why. She says an IV so I can give you your heart meds. I can tell it's bothering you. You're rubbing your chest. I get the choice between the back of my hand or arm. I choose the back of my hand. Once that is done I get comfortable, she also gives me a bag of fluids and iv tylenol.

Castle: pov the car ride to the Dr's is short Alexis signs me in while we wait. 5 minutes later my name is called. A nurse is checking my vitals and asking me how I'm feeling. I'm feeling good actually, my vitals seem fine. Dr Clark asks me a few questions and says he wants scans to see how everything is healing. Dr Clark says I see you didn't bring your wife today. she wanted to come but she was up all night throwing up and woke up with a fever this morning so she is at the house with Lanie relaxing. To be continued. ………..

[tmae3114]

getting up in the middle of the night to run to the bathroom bc your face started leaking pus and you need to run damage control on that is a ZERO OUT OF TEN EXPERIENCE, would not recommend