I'm writing this late, late Monday night because I finally broke down and went to the doctor today about my sinus infection/lung crap. I tried to get an appointment last week but since I work alone in the summer, I couldn't drop everything and go in Thursday afternoon. Actually, Thursday was about my 4th best business day in at least 4 months so I wasn't about to close the door. And Wednesday I couldn't get an answer at my doctor's office. Duh! I always schedule any medical appointments for early morning, whether they be dentist, eye doctor, or gp. It's difficult to convey to the schedulers that yes, I'm over 65 but I do have a business that I prefer to see open at 10am. So, either schedule me on a summer Monday or before 9:30 during the week. I can deal with that. Thank goodness, Vero is a small town so I can almost make it to the shop by 10 if I see you at 9:30 (my doctor is usually spot on time).
Anyway, the whole point of this is that today I got the expected diagnosis of sinus infection/lung infection. Prescription an antibiotic and a bonus because I was wheezing--a shot of cortisone. Oh, joy. Over 20 years ago I received a shot of cortisone for my stitcher's elbow and went back to the shop to work. Macy later said that I was bouncing off the walls and talking in triple speed. At least today I came home for my last day off on a 4-day weekend. So, no afternoon nap, almost no stitching, and I'm still at the computer at 12:30am on Tuesday. Sigh! At least this should wear off by later in the morning. My husband wisely retreated to sleep and ignore me. Good man. EDIT: I wound up getting to sleep about 6:15 am for a refreshing hour's sleep. I was amazed at how well I functioned in the shop on Tuesday. The downside was that I was too jittery all night to concentrate on stitching so I read an entire memoir by Dame Judi Dench.
On the stitching front, I just finished another section of the Susan Roberts Christmas tree. I keep counting pieces and think I have only another 1 1/4 pieces to go.