17 January 2024
Well, I’m sick again. Last night was coughs, fever, and sweats. I didn’t get out of bed until 11 this morning and that was due to Joel calling and checking on me. He brought me cough syrup yesterday. I didn’t even want coffee this morning so I must be on death’s door. After I got up and peed, I finally ate some fruit with yogurt and it helped. Later, I made some coffee so I might actually live. I also took a DayQuil to help with the cough and intend to take a NyQuil tonight to let me sleep. These pills are getting out of control.
I don’t know if it is Covid or the flu or both. It feels like the flu but the symptoms are so close. My temp spiked at 100.4 and that wasn’t enough to warrant a visit to the emergency room. I have an app that records temperature and sends the result to a national database. It tells you whether your fever is moderate (100.4) or if you need to go to the emergency room. In my case, as a diabetic or a person with a compromised immune system, the cutoff is 103.
I did my fifth insulin injection today and was supposed to do 17 units but in my haze, I only did 13. I’ve got to figure out if you release the plunger while the needle is inserted into your skin or after you remove the needle. I plead medical insanity for my mistake.
Today was a day of phone calls. First, a neighbor, Jon, called. He was in front of my house and asked if he could come in. He wanted to check on me. I didn’t want to give him whatever it is I have so I told him no. He had just celebrated a birthday and he wanted to thank me for a card. I was invited to his birthday bash (he even had a band) but I don’t go anywhere where there is a crowd of people. The photos on Facebook looked like everyone had a good time. Jon admitted he might have had too much to drink that night and I assured him that was OK.
Next up was Steve. I met him at Itawamba Junior (now Community) College back in the 70’s and we’ve been friends ever since. He got my holiday card and wanted to talk with me about my cancer and treatment. He was a highly regarded respiratory therapist and finally retired. We’ve kept in touch over the years. He’s had it rough. He and his partner Billy were in Katrina and Steve had some strokes and heart surgery. Looks like the longer I live the more me and my friends talk about the latest medical problem! It was good catching up with him even though we talked a lot of medical issues.
Next up was Wade in San Francisco. He’s so good about checking in with me and lifting my spirits. We both agreed that doctors are more than willing to treat you if you have both Medicare and supplemental insurance. He and I both have a cough and we had a great conversation in between hackings.
The rest of the day is going to be bed for me. I have things I need to do but they can wait. The CPA who does my taxes sent out his usual letter and I need to fill out his forms and send in my 1099’s.
I also got a recall notice from Jeep that says they now have the part they notified me about in 2020. If you remember, I had two recalls, only one of which they could do. Now the second one is available. Unless the Jeep place does it automatically without asking me, I intend to take this recall to a different dealership.
After my call to the national office, I’ve not heard any more about my Jeep. In theory, the headlight they had to reorder comes tomorrow and I should be able to pick it up on Friday.
Stay tuned!