On Tuesday, I went to the store for something and thought to ask at the pharmacy for flu/covid shot since I'm flying on Sunday. Sorry, no current Covid, but sit right here. She was just about to give me the flu shot, touched my neck and checked my temperature. No shot for you, wretch. Go home with your mild fever. Okay.
Within a half hour of being home, I came down with a 5 alarm headcold, sore throat, violent sneezing and a headache. Fuck me! Again? Covid crashed my trip last year. I had to know.
The next morning, I had my first experience with urgent care. After two hours of idiocy at the front end, the techs and doctor behind the doors were wonderful. He gave me Rx2 and said I could go home and wait for the test results. Negative for everything. Flu, Covid, Strep...but he gave me one of those 6-day rocket fuel prednisone courses to help with the symptoms.
I had forgotten how high-test this shit is! By 9 this morning, coffee was over, the kitchen was clean, and chicken cutlets were frying in the pan.
Only then did I turn my mind to color, starting with this hopeful stab at teal. I was heavy-handed with the dyes. No point in letting everything get a year older, unused.
Yes, that's a lot to process, and I also need to do laundry and pack for my trip tomorrow. Change the bedding, vacuum.
Compromises will be made.
I may just bring it all in and leave it in the bathtub until I get back from the beach. Load all the threads on a tray and lock it in my closet.
I feel better about it already. The hard part is over.
It was hot out there, and I had some notion that I needed to cover up from the sun on those meds. Who needs a sunburn on top of the dregs of a shitty cold?
(Which Jake and I traced to our favorite little booger farmer, Charlie)
I don't know what that golden glow is coming from. But I hope it sticks with that linen tablemopper holding every up today. The cloths I just tossed down on the boards. That red crocheted bag on the right is going to be spectacular.
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