My Week: It Ends Yucky

I think I’ve slept too much. I felt pretty good up until yesterday. It was not even 9 o’clock when I went to bed last night and I didn’t wake until after 7. That is, I didn’t wake to stay awake until after 7. There were the necessary potty breaks but that’s routine.

It was a stressful week. I did my assigned duties as backup for the bank and post office but the icing on the cake was entering the invoices (?) to cover payroll for the nursing home. It took me a long time to get it done but I did it without having to call for help. I kept consulting the copious notes I’d been provided. That was Wednesday. From there, the week went downhill. Guess that’s appropriate since Wednesday is known as “Hump Day.”

Yesterday, I noticed a tender bump inside my right nostril. By the end of the day, it was lots bigger. I put heat on it last night but it only got bigger yet though it wasn’t noticeable on the outside. Feeling like I’d been hit by a Mack truck, I called the pianist and warned her I might not be at church. She sounded so pitiful, I told her I’d try to get there but I wasn’t making any promises.

This morning, I didn’t push myself. Sabbath School time came and went. I took a shower and got ready to go but only to the church service. It was Pathfinder Day and there was a very nice service with the induction of four new members. They dispensed with the closing song so I only played “The Family of God”, the opening song, the prayer song and response, the offertory and the song for the children’s story.

When I got back to the mountain, I noticed the neighbors were home so, after I changed clothes, I went over to see how things were going. Both of them are feeling puny. She was asleep and I guess he went to bed, too. The door was closed the next time I looked out. I hope we can all get back to normal soon.

I hadn’t called to introduce myself to my sister’s caregiver so I did that this afternoon, only to find that the regular one must have had the day off. I did have a nice conversation with my brother-in-law. When he asked how I’m doing, I automatically said, “Fine”, which isn’t true. He’s a doctor from ‘way back so I amended my statement and told him about my nostril problem. He immediately came to life and started suggesting all sorts of options including “eating some raw vegetables” (that was delivered with a laugh). It seemed he welcomed the chance to give medical advice.

We finished talking about me and I asked how he was doing. He wasn’t doing so well. My sister refuses to get out of bed to eat and that concerns him. She had all of her meals in bed in the hospital and that’s what she prefers now. I told him to tell her I said to get up! and he said he would. He had a few good laughs while we were talking and I think it did us both good.

I’ve been putting tea tree oil and MelaGel in my nose which seems to have helped. Also, I got out the first aid kit and there was a cream in there that I used. My BIL said the infection could spread to my whole face if I’m not careful. Just what I need! I think I’ll breathe some steam before I go to bed.

Naps are foreign to me any more but I’ve had two today. I’d kind of drift in and out of consciousness but I’m sure I slept because the clock showed a significant amount of time had passed.

I didn’t go grocery shopping during the week and I don’t plan to go until Friday if I can help it. I did stop and get bananas once but I don’t count that. Oh, and I bought some peaches at the little stand by the courthouse. They aren’t the best in the world so I don’t think I’ll bother again until they are in season.

Speaking of being in season, I’d tried to contact Dario of cherimoya.com about persimmons. I didn’t hear and I didn’t hear until I was beginning to get very concerned for his welfare. Last year, someone had gone in and stolen most of the crop. I wondered if the same thing might have happened again and he had come out on the short end of the stick. He finally emailed me and apologized for being out of touch. He had been away on business. I was greatly relieved. The crop is late this year because of the cool weather but he’ll let me know when they’re ready to ship.

The weather has been turning cooler. It was 34 degrees in town when I went to the track yesterday. I guess winter is on the way. We’ll have to go through it to get to spring again but I’m not looking forward to it.

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