The insects were busy long before some of the flowers in the wildflower garden were open for business.
In order to put off Sunday evening’s dishwashing, I have taken a lot of photographs, this morning.
The exhaustion and chemical/fragrance exposures caught up with me over the weekend, and on Tuesday, late afternoon, we headed for the Emergency Department at the local hospital. My blood oxygen level had dipped to 84 or 85%. I managed to identify the corticosteroid to which I’m not (yet) allergic (third in the list the attending physician rattled off). I am allergic to prednisone, and so put off the nurse who asked to insert an IV injection port “just in case the doctor wanted medication administered”.
I still have the cough, but I’m down to one dose of albuterol a day; the price on the stuff certainly has dropped since I last needed to buy meds (fall of 2014): from $1.65 to $0.50 a dose. Same drug store. And the doctor prescribed meds twice the amount of medication in each dose. Al and I have gone shopping several times, since then, and I can make it through an entire shopping trip of several stops without running out of energy/breath. Still exhausted by evening, but that might have something to do with my not taking naps.
The puppies have been a great joy. Except that Thaddeus had a plump tick on his neck that had been there for a while. We dropped off at the veterinary clinic, where a helpful technician removed it. Must look up tick & flea medications.
I’ve been fooling around a little with Picasa on account of the cell phone photographs not always being really great.
Our Monday was quiet. Samantha, Flea and I took some photographs of flowers and dead leaves. Sam and Flea pretended to be explorers in the jungle; the leaves have come out on the backyard shrubs, and they like to hide away beneath the long branches, which now are sporting tiny flowers.
Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab prompt for the week is “Couple”. I do still plan to write a new poem to that prompt, but I already had such a nice one that fit the prompt, a poem of mine that I wrote for the 2007 Halloween Poetry Reading (for which I was editor, 2007-2013, for the SFPA): At Allantide. I also shared “Alien Life” as a response to the poem that Mara wrote to the prompt (just follow the link on the “At Allantide” page for Mara’s poem). It seemed fitting.
I took a long nap, this evening, and now it is at last suppertime. Or two o’clock in the morning. Or both.