Yesterday was busy and as well as the usual, I did a load of laundry, lugged a couple of heavy plants around, involving a step stool and a heavy lift, still no antibiotics.
Then today I could hardly make my legs work. I tried a bit of weeding then had to rest before I could dispose of the debris.
On the way back from doing that I thought I'd show you Chez Boud from the outside of the fence.
See how well the Japanese maple is doing now that the aggressive butterfly bush next door is gone.
Back to the antibiotics. I called the pharmacy, and, after much stress getting through the system, found nobody knew anything. I noted from my account that the rx had been dispensed and charged to me. Further online tracking showed it was delivered yesterday.
By USPS. Hm. It must have arrived after I checked the mailbox yesterday. There must be summer substitute carrier, because my regular man always brings medication to me in person, not in the box. And there it was, yay, now I could get on.
So I tried to call the dentist and my phone wouldn't make outgoing calls. Many workarounds and clicking and cursing, and using an alternate number for the dentist and finally I made the call. But they were now closed. Oh. So I left a call and at least I'm that far along and it feels better already.
And my next door teenage neighbor stopped over to invite me to her high school graduation party on Friday. Happy day!
