BUT whatever illness I had last week I still have.
Every time I swallow it’s like a thousand little men wearing razor blade skates dancing in my throat.
I felt so terrible that the other day that I actually went into one of those walk in clinics. Of course I used my alias, Diandra McAlyss, so if it’s some kind of plague they won’t be able to trace it back to me.
The doctor was first rate. She checked me for strep throat (it was a no) and told me to drink liquids. Something I do every evening on the phone with David.
Even though I’m near death I’ve been walking Ray every morning (I told the doctor that my dog’s name was Duke in case she gets clever in trying to trace me) and then I go home and binge watch “Doc Martin”. I’m on season 5 episode 1.
I think I’m getting better today though. At least I’m clearly getting more alert.
When I got out of bed this morning I looked down and noticed that the glass on my night table had fallen on the floor and broken.
My sharp eye prevented me from stepping on this
Plus when walking Ray, or Duke I avoided a well known Jew trap which is a dime melted into the asphalt of the road so when you try to pick it up you are grabbed and made to balance someone’s check book.
Before my fever broke I’d have fallen for that in a heartbeat.