TundraVole of Shadow
Oct. 24th, 2024 09:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoWell, the hits just keep coming. I awoke early this morning to find a text on my phone from Dragonfly. We had been planning to get together tomorrow, but I was super worried that I wouldn't get well in time. The text obliviated all such concerns. She said that her wife, the Minister, died last night of a sudden and massive heart attack. She was only 61 and had no obvious pre-existing concerns, so the body has gone to the medical examiner, leaving Dragonfly to wait. She is shattered, and I wanted to go to her immediately, but I could not because I'm still quite sick and the last thing she needs is to be flattened by a respiratory infection right now. I had all I could do to croak out my responses in a phone call. I gave her some bits of advice that may or may not have any effect. She has a couple of old friends from MA coming to be with her, which will be the best comfort. I've touched base with her a couple of times today. She's doing okay but still in shock.
My throat was hurting pretty badly by the time I got off the phone. I was so fed up I finally caved and went to Urgent Care just to make sure it wasn't strep again, even though I already knew it wasn't. I tested for covid again and was negative. The PA swabbed for strep, and sure enough I don't have that. Which is kind of disappointing because that means they can't cure it! My lungs are "nice and clear," so I don't have pneumonia either. Just another horrible virus. Sigh. They suggested I try Throat Coat tea, so I did. I don't like the taste, but it might have helped. They also got me some of those "pearls," a cough medicine that is quite awesome. I had it before, when I had covid, and it does help. So it wasn't a complete waste of time. But I'm still sick.
Today's workmen were two guys from the municipal cable, which had been cut during the siding installation. And then came the guys to put the gutters on the house. I was trying to take a nap, and was just grateful to be lying down in spite of the presence of power drills and clanking ladders on the other side of the wall. However, when the second guy arrived and they started exchanging jolly repartee, I just couldn't and had to get up. I heard one of them holler "In the name of God, please tell me what you are doing!" A good question in many situations.
I was planning to go to the book launch of Linda the Poet's latest, but I had to cancel it. There was no way. The Sparrowhawk very kindly went to the bookstore and got me a signed copy. I feel as if I'll be canceling everything for the rest of my life. I'm disgusted and dismayed with it all. Selfishly speaking, it is so hard to be plunged back into dealing with death. And speaking as a friend, it is so frustrating not to be able to help even in the small ways that I can.
My throat was hurting pretty badly by the time I got off the phone. I was so fed up I finally caved and went to Urgent Care just to make sure it wasn't strep again, even though I already knew it wasn't. I tested for covid again and was negative. The PA swabbed for strep, and sure enough I don't have that. Which is kind of disappointing because that means they can't cure it! My lungs are "nice and clear," so I don't have pneumonia either. Just another horrible virus. Sigh. They suggested I try Throat Coat tea, so I did. I don't like the taste, but it might have helped. They also got me some of those "pearls," a cough medicine that is quite awesome. I had it before, when I had covid, and it does help. So it wasn't a complete waste of time. But I'm still sick.
Today's workmen were two guys from the municipal cable, which had been cut during the siding installation. And then came the guys to put the gutters on the house. I was trying to take a nap, and was just grateful to be lying down in spite of the presence of power drills and clanking ladders on the other side of the wall. However, when the second guy arrived and they started exchanging jolly repartee, I just couldn't and had to get up. I heard one of them holler "In the name of God, please tell me what you are doing!" A good question in many situations.
I was planning to go to the book launch of Linda the Poet's latest, but I had to cancel it. There was no way. The Sparrowhawk very kindly went to the bookstore and got me a signed copy. I feel as if I'll be canceling everything for the rest of my life. I'm disgusted and dismayed with it all. Selfishly speaking, it is so hard to be plunged back into dealing with death. And speaking as a friend, it is so frustrating not to be able to help even in the small ways that I can.
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Date: 2024-10-28 03:06 pm (UTC)