SORRY, SORRY...

 

there’s no continuing chapter of WATER RIGHTS today, although I did begin and almost finish a chapter.

You know how it goes, however, when you play you have to pay, so that’s what’s happening with me. I had so much fun at all those partays the day before that I simple didn’t have the energy to sit at the computer long enough to finish the chapter. And you know how it is when you have a horrible hangover…you’re hot and sweaty and your head aches no matter how many Tylenol you take.

But, all those hugs and kisses, pats and squeezes were absolutely worth the price I had to pay yesterday, and I truly do wish I actually had a hangover, but, once again, I’m trying to be funny about something that’s actually not.

I have no idea what’s going on with me. My tooth/teeth continue to plague me with a certain amount of pain. But, is it really my tooth/teeth that is responsible for the pain I feel in my chest and far back in my throat when I take a deep breath? And, did the endodontist choose the wrong tooth, so there’s an infection gaining ground that’s responsible for the rise in my temperature at the end of the day…100.2 last night, but normal this morning?

I’ve prepared a note to the MD and am contemplating going online and sending it off to see what s/he says, but I really don't want to return to Urgent Care, a hotbed of COVID possibilities. Or, should I wait until tomorrow and call my dentist. I just don't know. What I do know is that my 75^th birthday was horrible with side-affects from the shingles shot and the majority of days since have brought me a lot of pain and discomfort which, of course, makes me horribly depressed. At this point in time, I almost feel like a stay in the hospital would be a positive in my life because there would be people there who would figure out what’s wrong with me, take care of me and make me all better.

I don’t remember who said, “…into each life a little rain must fall,” but damnit, I’m really really tired of the dark clouds and pouring rain that keep falling on my head. I am ready, more than ready to be done with all this shit. I’d really like to get back to doing my exercises and walking every day, but it’s hard to accomplish those things when you don’t feel well or are having pain.

C’mon 2020, hurry and get the fuck out of here. I’m ready, past ready to be DONE.

UPDATE:  Chatted with MD, going for my third COVID test in a bit, will call both dentist and MD tomorrow. So ready for an answer.