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It's been pointed out to me that my last entry was about being dreadfully sick and in pain and that I gave no follow up. To remedy this, here's a bit about the last few days.

Thursday was miserable. I had the misfortune of forgetting that UHS opens an hour later on Thursdays, so I had to sit in a coffee shop for an hour, waiting for them to open. I saw a nurse practitioner pretty much immediately after they opened. My second misfortune came from the fact that that morning's staff meeting had included instructions about not prescribing pain medications unless one knew the patient well. That meant that I had to wait for my primary care doctor to be available.

I finally saw her about 11:15. She wrote me a prescription for vicodin because she knows me. Filling it took another twenty minutes. By that time, I'd been chewing gum for nine hours. I don't think I'll be finishing the book that I partially read in the waiting room. At this point, it's too tangled up in memories of pain. Fortunately, it's not a book that I cared much about, just a popcorn romance/mystery. I ended up taking both the vicodin and some anaprox. Then I napped during the afternoon.

Friday ended up miserable in a different way-- Scott gave himself food poisoning by eating some apple pie that had been sitting on the counter since Thanksgiving. That meant that I was in better shape than he on Friday. I got Delia to pre-school while he got himself to the doctor. (UHS is about three blocks from the pre-school, but he was too sick to be willing to have us in the car just then, so we took the bus.

The pre-school was having a Scholastic book sale as a fund raiser. cherydactyl was working the sale, so I sat with her (at enough distance that I could hope not to infect her). I spent more money there than I intended, but it was all on Christmas presents for the nieces and nephews.

Saturday and Sunday were blurs as Scott and I both tried to recover and to keep up with Delia. Yesterday, I managed to work the pre-school lunch club (one hour with ten four year olds and two other adults) and to set up the December book display for the pre-school. December's easy because the Christmas books fill the entire display and are all shelved together. That meant that all I really had to do was to shelve the books from the November display and re-alphabetize the books that were out of order. It took a lot less time and energy than usual.

Today, Delia and I had lunch at Panera with cherydactyl and her younger daughter. Then we went shopping for used clothes. I bought Delia nine or ten dresses for $25. Three of them are too dressy for everyday wear, but she loves those best. The others will work for pre-school. I can't seem to persuade her to wear pants or to wear jumpers over long sleeved shirts even though we have lots.

I definitely still have the cold. I have to keep taking Sudafed all the time, mucinex during the day and cough medicine at night, but I'm now able to do without the pain killers. I also have a shorter temper than usual and have blown up at Delia twice. One of those two times, I probably still would have if I'd been feeling better because we had a time deadline. In the other, I'm not sure I would have.

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I have a bad feeling about my Yuletide fic. I'm very afraid that I won't manage to make it into the story that my recipient deserves and that I want to write. Partly it's the illness, but partly it's also a crisis of confidence. I wish I had some idea of what I need to make this work. Well, apart from several hours with no distractions. That's not likely to happen soon enough for me to get the dratted thing beta'd, so I think I may have to trim things back and get what I have beta'd rather than trying to make a full story out of it.