Marguerite
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G'day, all. What's up with Linda? Finally getting some sleep? I stole a march on you (unless you're typing away right now... or maybe still struggling with the old oak).
What a day! I'd suspected my antibiotic shot 10 days ago hadn't got rid of the infection, and I asked husband to leave me the car. Which meant he had to sneak in and borrow MILs (by prior arrangement) because I was thinking I'd probably have to drive to the mainland and find a GP to discuss whether I could have another shot, or was it too soon.
Turned out mother in law had to see the local GP for another blood test, husband asked me to drive her there, and I realised - GP is in town today! I don't have to drive out of town! So I got myself fitted in too.
Meanwhile, Wednesday is my housework day, I get home help on Wednesdays. So I was anxiously watching the clock, knowing when my helper arrives.
Saw the doctor. He was horrified at what I CAN'T take. He checked things out, had a prod and poke, said I needed another shot. Because this is such a weird situation, I already have the antibiotics in my fridge at home (doctors don't routinely carry this stuff) and he also wanted to see my recent ultrasounds, so he sent me home to get it all. I got home to find my helper had arrived and was getting started without me - thank you!
We finished the housework and I dropped my helper off back home and continued to the doctor again. While I waited, I got my head together with the practice manager trying to organise some media publicity for the lack of permanent full-time doctor. He finally saw me again two hours later, talked more, did blood tests etc, gave me the shot and packed me off home. Said I should be carrying an epipen, with my history. Got to go back Friday (when the practice is next open) for results and assessment.
In the meantime, I got the chance to show easy child 2/difficult child 2 how to make bread properly (ie you have to FEED the yeast, so add sugar, darling. And for flavour and extra help rising, it needs salt.)
This recent cold snap has set off my hip arthritis - the doctor was somewhat backhandedly gallant when he said, "You're only 52, you look so young and your skin is in such good condition - how come you have arthritis?"
What could I say? "I don't know. How come the rest of my body is cactus as well?"
Dinner is cooking - roast chicken. easy child 2/difficult child 2 has left for college class and I might wimp out of doing much tonight, I'm still feeling ghastly.
The peach tree is beginning to flower, the jasmine is in bloom, the tarragon is sprouting. The weather is forecast to warm up again soon, I can't wait.
Marg
What a day! I'd suspected my antibiotic shot 10 days ago hadn't got rid of the infection, and I asked husband to leave me the car. Which meant he had to sneak in and borrow MILs (by prior arrangement) because I was thinking I'd probably have to drive to the mainland and find a GP to discuss whether I could have another shot, or was it too soon.
Turned out mother in law had to see the local GP for another blood test, husband asked me to drive her there, and I realised - GP is in town today! I don't have to drive out of town! So I got myself fitted in too.
Meanwhile, Wednesday is my housework day, I get home help on Wednesdays. So I was anxiously watching the clock, knowing when my helper arrives.
Saw the doctor. He was horrified at what I CAN'T take. He checked things out, had a prod and poke, said I needed another shot. Because this is such a weird situation, I already have the antibiotics in my fridge at home (doctors don't routinely carry this stuff) and he also wanted to see my recent ultrasounds, so he sent me home to get it all. I got home to find my helper had arrived and was getting started without me - thank you!
We finished the housework and I dropped my helper off back home and continued to the doctor again. While I waited, I got my head together with the practice manager trying to organise some media publicity for the lack of permanent full-time doctor. He finally saw me again two hours later, talked more, did blood tests etc, gave me the shot and packed me off home. Said I should be carrying an epipen, with my history. Got to go back Friday (when the practice is next open) for results and assessment.
In the meantime, I got the chance to show easy child 2/difficult child 2 how to make bread properly (ie you have to FEED the yeast, so add sugar, darling. And for flavour and extra help rising, it needs salt.)
This recent cold snap has set off my hip arthritis - the doctor was somewhat backhandedly gallant when he said, "You're only 52, you look so young and your skin is in such good condition - how come you have arthritis?"
What could I say? "I don't know. How come the rest of my body is cactus as well?"
Dinner is cooking - roast chicken. easy child 2/difficult child 2 has left for college class and I might wimp out of doing much tonight, I'm still feeling ghastly.
The peach tree is beginning to flower, the jasmine is in bloom, the tarragon is sprouting. The weather is forecast to warm up again soon, I can't wait.
Marg