PigmyRabbit of Shadow
Oct. 23rd, 2024 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoAt this point, I'm in the downhill part of the day, so I'm starting to feel miserable and impatient again. I had a bad night last night, broken in the middle by having to get up because my throat hurt. I did go back to sleep for awhile, though, so it could have been worse. When I woke up again in daylight, I was startled to find that I'd almost completely lost my voice! Only a sad croak came out! Eventually, after some hot tea with honey, I was able to form audible words, but not fluently. As you may have noticed, I'm not one to suffer being silenced with equanimity, so that didn't sit well with me. After awhile, though, it started to seem kind of peaceful just not to talk. My brain wasn't producing much communicable thought anyway.
There was no Madame Day today. I called her a couple of times, and left her a text message. She never responded. I texted Mademoiselle, so she would know, just in case Madame was upset later. But there was not a peep out of her. Perhaps she just forgot it was Wednesday. That would be better than what happened the last time I didn't show up. Then, although I had discussed it with her in advance, and called earlier that day to remind her I wasn't coming, she was waiting at the door at 11 and tried to make a break for it with her walker to go look for me. She was extremely cross with the staff for not letting her go. It's better if she just overlooks my defection.
The workers did not come back. a couple of managerial types showed up to do walkarounds, but I let the Sparrowhawk handle them. A truck came and removed the dumpster. The Philosopher called and after some discussion of other matters, said they were not planning to come for Thanksgiving. That's what I thought, but it always gives me a pang when I find out for sure. However, later on, the Nipper texted us that he would be bringing his little family over. You lose some, you win some.
I haven't been able to cook much for days. The Sparrowhawk got Chinese takeout again, this time from our favorite place that was closed the last time he tried to order. Their dishes have abundant fresh vegetables and sauce that is tasty, and their dumplings seem to be handmade. My fortune said, "Focus on your long-term goal. Success is soon yours." Yeah, I should live so long. Fortune cookies have been telling me that for awhile! My long-term goal of the moment (yes, I know that's an oxymoron) is just to get well and STAY THAT WAY. I'm glad I don't have covid or the flu, but I'm still tired of this.
There was no Madame Day today. I called her a couple of times, and left her a text message. She never responded. I texted Mademoiselle, so she would know, just in case Madame was upset later. But there was not a peep out of her. Perhaps she just forgot it was Wednesday. That would be better than what happened the last time I didn't show up. Then, although I had discussed it with her in advance, and called earlier that day to remind her I wasn't coming, she was waiting at the door at 11 and tried to make a break for it with her walker to go look for me. She was extremely cross with the staff for not letting her go. It's better if she just overlooks my defection.
The workers did not come back. a couple of managerial types showed up to do walkarounds, but I let the Sparrowhawk handle them. A truck came and removed the dumpster. The Philosopher called and after some discussion of other matters, said they were not planning to come for Thanksgiving. That's what I thought, but it always gives me a pang when I find out for sure. However, later on, the Nipper texted us that he would be bringing his little family over. You lose some, you win some.
I haven't been able to cook much for days. The Sparrowhawk got Chinese takeout again, this time from our favorite place that was closed the last time he tried to order. Their dishes have abundant fresh vegetables and sauce that is tasty, and their dumplings seem to be handmade. My fortune said, "Focus on your long-term goal. Success is soon yours." Yeah, I should live so long. Fortune cookies have been telling me that for awhile! My long-term goal of the moment (yes, I know that's an oxymoron) is just to get well and STAY THAT WAY. I'm glad I don't have covid or the flu, but I'm still tired of this.
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Date: 2024-10-25 12:00 am (UTC)Pineapple juice helps with sore throats and laryngitis, if it's not too painful to drink.