LAUGHING'S GOOD MEDICINE, THEY SAY

I didn't think it could get much worse.

My low-grade fever had been teasing me for the past month. It finally came down and seemed to settle down; Joyce drove me to the optician's to pick up my newly-made glasses (remember I'd lost my nose guard on the bifocals in my fall last year?).

But the fever came back. It didn't stop at "low grade" this time but went to 38.3 Celcius. I needed to go to the doctor's office Fri. to pick up my monthly epilepsy medication; my temp was manageable in two days, so Joyce drove us there on the way to a piano lesson she was scheduled to teach.

After getting my medicines and the doctor's prescribed antibiotics, etc, Kinya and I took an easy walk home. Perhaps things are mostly ice and snow in the rest of the world, but it's still colorful here. You can see that by the calliandra and hibiscus blooms. If I'd been feeling chipper, I may've stayed around to photograph much, much more.

I didn't know I'd get home that weekend and manage to do something bad to my back so have a hard time getting out of bed. If I'd known this would happen, I don't know I would've so happily gotten antibiotics which are famous for causing loose stools and necessitating a rush to the bathroom. The doctor said FINISH THOSE ANTIBIOTICS NO MATTER WHAT. I've got one more dose left.

I had a friend once who told me not to take myself too seriously. I think the past few months has been a Tragic Comedy. If I don't laugh at some of these situations, I think I'd cry and give up.