Thanks for wishing me well, friends!
Bobby told me that he thought I should stay home everyday and maybe drive him around the county in his car rather than working all the time. I reminded him Sissy works to buy candy (he’s mad about young coconut pieces) and that was Okay With Him.
I’ll leave in a bit to run to the doctor (there goes $50!) but I should do it. This was some kind of virus, yes (I got the flu vaccine as I always do) but it (ew) backed up into my eye. My eye swelled up, felt none too fresh, obviously turned red and emitted cottage cheese chunks. The nurse on the phone said I only met 1/2 the criteria for ‘pink eye,’ so this was probably related to the fact that I had uncontrollable mucus flying hither and thither. Gross, yes?
THEN my legs started. Legs? Yeah. Anybody recall when I got cellulitis? It’s not infected fat. It means your BLOOD CELLS are infected, which I was told means lesions aren’t only on the outside of you but on your organs and it’s indeed, life-threatening. That does mean ‘ooo, I’m coming to see you, Elizabeth.’ but it does mean that I should say, ‘I’m grand, just let me nap.’
I’m being Good and going to the Doctor, although I feel 50% better (and used Mum’s antibiotic eye ointment she keeps ‘fresh on hand’ ever since getting pink eye from a kid in the 1980s…really).
30 Day Plank Challenge:
Although I’ve been sick, I thought that I was keeping up cos it’s not really asking that much of a body. Got to work and went to mark off my days on my chart? I missed the first 90 second day. Oops! I did 90 seconds today. Yesterday was Rest (yay!) but the day before? I apparently slept through the whole damned thing.
Good on me.