I slept in solidly today. That’s how I can tell that I’m still sick. When I’m well, I can’t sleep past 8 anymore. Today I made it past 10.
I’ll have to get up before 10 tomorrow for family zoom. I’m afraid I won’t have anything interesting to share since I’ve spent the last few days holed up at home trying to stop being sick. There’s mail in my mailbox but I haven’t left the house since Wednesday.
If I’m going to write a story for November, I’ll have to do it tomorrow. I think I have a start that came from a dream last night. I’ll need to figure out how the theme is connected, but I think it’s there to be connected if I just let my subconscious play with it. Maybe it’s the car.
Today was much like yesterday. Drinking plenty of fluids and eating soup and just generally spending time resting. Lots of tea. Getting my eye drops done. All the stuff. I think I’m nearly done with the prednisolone. That will be nice, to have that finished. I can tell the bottle is getting close to empty. Then I’ll just have one drop three times a day until that bottle runs out. Here’s hoping it does what it is supposed to and I get a go ahead for glasses after my next eye appointment on the 19th.
I really think that the blurry vision on my right eye is contributing to an increase in migraines. I had one of those yesterday. No fun.
I chose to skip the Midvale Tree Lighting so I wouldn’t pass this sickness on to anyone. I’m really hoping that I’m going to be feeling well by Monday for the practice concert. Definitely don’t want to risk passing on illness at the old folks’ home.