RootSlip of Trill
Apr. 9th, 2022 09:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoThe growly voice of doom is still with us. It has limited my usual running commentary to a few pithy remarks. Soup, rice, toast. Lots of tea with honey. Dr. Nurse offered to come over and visit while Dr. Music was giving the Sparrowhawk his catch-up piano lesson, but I had to turn her down on the grounds of not wanting to infect anyone. Especially not a pregnant someone! While the lesson was going on, I stayed upstairs. Then the Sparrowhawk went off to Discount Tire to get the tire that keeps leaking fixed. They replaced a corroded valve and put it back on. Amusingly, as he drove away, he noticed that the other three tires were under-inflated, although they'd just been inflated by the pros. When he brought the car back in, they were a bit huffy with him. "I am a tire professional," said the guy. He was very apologetic when it turned out that they HAD done it wrong--left the air hose on a default setting that was not the correct one. The Sparrowhawk observed that they were professionals, but HE had the data. That's kind of his super power . . . .
Last night when I was trying to sleep, I noticed that when I slept on my right side, my lung made a squeaky noise like air being let out of a balloon--or possibly a leaky tire. I wondered if it could be heard outside of my body. I was trying not to sleep on that side, in case it might annoy the Sparrowhawk. He said this morning that he could hear it, although being him, he was of course not annoyed but solicitous. I'm hoping it won't do that tonight.
When not sitting on the couch with my blanket, I occupied myself with a few small tasks. I sent some contributions to various charitable enterprises, wrote 500 more words, and put in some laundry. I changed the tablecloth and put the old one down the laundry chute so I could wash it. Of course it got stuck halfway down. I tried various ways to free it, but my debilitated state got the better of me. The Sparrowhawk finally did it, with the aid of a flexible ruler. When supposed conveniences go bad . . . . I finished packing up the Easter boxes, and found some verses about Spring to write on the included cards. It was a pleasure to browse through the Looking Glass Book of Verse, a treasure from my childhood.
Last night when I was trying to sleep, I noticed that when I slept on my right side, my lung made a squeaky noise like air being let out of a balloon--or possibly a leaky tire. I wondered if it could be heard outside of my body. I was trying not to sleep on that side, in case it might annoy the Sparrowhawk. He said this morning that he could hear it, although being him, he was of course not annoyed but solicitous. I'm hoping it won't do that tonight.
When not sitting on the couch with my blanket, I occupied myself with a few small tasks. I sent some contributions to various charitable enterprises, wrote 500 more words, and put in some laundry. I changed the tablecloth and put the old one down the laundry chute so I could wash it. Of course it got stuck halfway down. I tried various ways to free it, but my debilitated state got the better of me. The Sparrowhawk finally did it, with the aid of a flexible ruler. When supposed conveniences go bad . . . . I finished packing up the Easter boxes, and found some verses about Spring to write on the included cards. It was a pleasure to browse through the Looking Glass Book of Verse, a treasure from my childhood.
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Date: 2022-04-10 01:04 pm (UTC)