Sinus Infection, Episode Two

The scourge of January and February is back with a brand new appearance in April!

And I am feeling a little energized from the buzz of anxiety that accompanies a sinus infection, so I am here at the library to print a copy of the recipe for the Devil's Smoothie.

My dear friend Melissa [see the photos of the wedding party, or look at her online journal, listed in the sidebar] is a highly organic, health-conscious woman. I would really like this all-natural solution to do the trick for me.

I am also fresh from a rejection from Outside In, where they had too many people either less well-endowed with shelter, or who were sicker than I, to allow them to see me. They did suggest a place that will take 5 days to check my income level and will charge me $90 for the first visit...or the naturopathic clinic for a two-week wait. Unfortunate for me...but I know they did what they could.

So, the plan is to rest, rest, rest, and take more vitamins, drink more water, take more echinacea, and try to beat this nasty bug that has had me in a chokehold since Wednesday morning.

And maybe it's all for the best--maybe I'll kick this on my own without antibiotics. That would be cool. [My dad doesn't think so...he talked me into going in today. Usually I wait until I get better and relapse once or twice, so I don't feel so guilty going in.]

Also, Kimmy [here's the pix of Kimmy with kitten and jeep!] is supposed to text me the name of her nifty doctor, who does NOT take insurance. She went in to him with a horrible sore throat [turns out she had strep]--and while she waited for the results of the test, he covered her with a blanket, turned out the lights, and said and read nature poetry to her. I think she said it was $75 for the visit and her meds...but if he takes a credit card....

So I am rambling...forgive me.

More posts to follow in the future. Not tonight though. I'll be taking a nap, and preparing for the big workday tomorrow--or even, the big weekend. Technically, we are booked for a wedding, a easter-egg and underwear dying party, Easter dinner at 2 with Ian's mother and at 5 with my parents. So we will see what happens with that.