Grateful for this Friday
Goodness me. I was woken up by the broadband and phone man banging at the door this morning. Poor fellow. I threw on a baggy T-shirt and cat PJ pants (even in winter, I am not a fan of PJ's unless I am sharing a bed in the platonic sense) and answered the door. This was pre-pee, pre-coffee, pre-hair taming with a hair elastic, pre-mirror check. I still sound like a drag queen and once I got a peek at myself in the mirror, I certainly looked like one. Surprised the poor young man entered the house at all. He did seem a little nervous. I guess he should have been. He was so tiny that I could have snapped him just by brushing past him. Anyway, all is fixed now. I was supposed to have an infusion today, but after checking my oxygen saturation, they promptly put me in quarantine (I have the infusion in the cancer center so the patients generally have compromised immune systems) and got a Dr to diagnose asthma, with an underlying chest AND upper respiratory infection (double banger) wrot