Edgy. Been sick off and on for six weeks and yeah, I want you to feel sorry for me and come over and make boiled dinner which (IMO) stinks to high heaven, but somehow always helped when my mom cooked it. Potatoes or noodles, I don’t care.
Oh and the meds? They’re formidable antibiotics with some hardcore side-effects. And being sick so long wears a person out (more pity, please).
My mom used to say, “Every time Martha Ann takes sulfa drugs she’s hard to get along with.” Definitely missing some of my sense of humor. Hyper-sensitive. Yeah, forget coming over. Neither of us would enjoy that…
Still and all, I think the meds are working. No more pain, no more fever. That’s two major improvements.
But no way am I making more stuff with duct tape and plastic bottles. I don’t care how much Monte Vista needs them. OK, the pig was good, but today (in my grumpy state of mind) I tried to make a vulture. It looks more like carrion than a carrion cleanser. I’ve named him “Duct tape hippy vulture from hell.”
“Be patient,” I tell myself.
“Why do you always put off going to the doctor? It’s your own damned fault,” I respond.
“I’m sick of your whining,” I answer.
Right now, I can’t even get along with myself.