Sep. 7th, 2017

Tuesday night: did not take cold medicine. I thought maybe I was better enough to do without it. Woke up at 3 and was up till 5. Ugh. Last night: the Sparrowhawk handed me the glass and said, "I think you'd better take this tonight." I slept for nine hours. It's hard to argue with the data. But jeez, I can't go on taking cold medicine for the rest of my life . . . . Yesterday I got up (again) and went downtown to the Black Lives Matter demo. It was a bit of a mistake. I didn't feel too good by the time I got back to my car. I went out again later to do a little shopping, and then I was toast. Today, I went to the post office to get stamps and did a couple of other errands. Again, feeling wobbly by the time I got home. Apparently, I can feel better as long as I don't DO anything.

This is too bad, because I have to take my mother to the eye doctor tomorrow. My sister took her to her PCP yesterday, and they were both exhausted. When I called my mother, she really couldn't even tell me what happened. Her hearing was completely shot. I ascertained that she was home and had something to eat, and let it go for the night. I checked on her today, and she was feeling much better. I could have cancelled the eye appointment, but it's better to get it done. Otherwise things start stacking up. She already has three more appointments coming up, proliferating from problems discovered during the last one. Plus three hearing aid appointments in the next couple of months! The Sparrowhawk has taken the day off, because it's his birthday weekend, and he says he is coming with me. Normally I'd say "No way!" but this time, I'm going to accept the offer. I don't have total confidence in myself. I might need him to drive home.

The unpleasantness from the past has been summarily settled. I was very relieved to get a consensus of opinion from my siblings. They all wanted to walk away from the issue, and this has been done. I can only hope that the person who contacted me will forget they ever knew my name. We're talking about some bad people here--the kind who give you a nasty chill when they reappear. I'm trying to forget all about them again as fast as I possibly can.

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