Generally, each day is getting better. For two days I didn't take any pain med or the Soma. There were some twinges, but manageable. Took a couple extra-strength Tylenol, and managed with that.

Must have had a touch of stomach flu. For a couple days I was nausteated and had diarrhea. Even my morning tea upset my tum. Had sweats and chills, too, and maybe a small fever. But today I feel good.

Last couple days have been nice, weather-wise. Morning fog, but it clears off, and the temp has been hovering around 60. The weather page indicates nice weather for the rest of the week, but we're not done with the winter rains yet.

I loaded up on my monthly supply of bagels this morning. Megan has gifted me with a monthly supply of a dozen bagels. I've been having problems with housekeeping chores, so she decided that my Mothers Day gift this year would be help once a week with the things I can't do--like running the vacuum and mopping floors. She's also threatening to organize the chaos around my desk. She said she won't do my dishes, or dust, or wash windows. Dusting I can do. I have a dishwasher, and I don't do windows, either. Many Banshee nose prints on the front windows.

I missed my physical therapy last Thursday, but I won't miss the one this coming Thursday. Have you ever looked at your calendar, then later discovered that you checked out the wrong week? That's what happened, and that's why I missed the pt last week. The exercises help when I remember to do them, but every hour? I get busy with something, involved in a book, and just plain don't watch the clock. But I do them as often as I remember.

One of these days I'm going to make an entry that's all light and humor. But not today.

Shalom