I slept part of the night, until about 2am, then woke up and had some trouble getting back to sleep. Eventually I did, and actually slept in, late, until about 8:30am. I was pretty stuffy when I woke up, and noticed some crustiness on my face and the pillow. Not too bloody though. Having some trouble keeping my sinuses totally irrigated.
Ate part of an orange for breakfast with my second dose of Zithromax. Probably not a great idea to eat the orange because of the acid and the fact that my throat is still pretty raw.
Wanted to get dressed and check out the outside world today. I had a lot of energy, and was feeling pretty good, like I could breathe through my nose at about 70%. My body and mind were definitely playing games with me. Attempted to do the usual first Saturday of the month errands (I wasn't driving), which included Costco for dog treats, paper towels, and salmon, Trader Joes, and Barons.
Again, I overdid it. As soon as I got home I hit the wall. We unloaded the groceries, and I went from smiley and happy and invincible to a tired, yet still happy, lump. So here I am, writing again, while watching Ricky Fowler blend in to the greens and fairways at TPC Scottsdale. And noticing that for the first time in a two years, it appears Phil Mickelson does not have buttons on his collar. The gallery at TPC is a zoo.
Took a nap. Went downstairs. Had some broth and toast. Herbie made cookies, I had one. Fell asleep again by 8:30pm.
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