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We will never run out of trees
So I appear to have a sinus infection, which I don't appreciate, and I don't appreciate the headache and tinnitus it's brought along, either, but today was summery-sunny and I got out of the house for the first time in three days and that was extremely nice. A couple of pictures below.
The lilac beyond the back deck is flowering properly now. The smell drifts in through the kitchen window, which I like much better than whichever of our neighbors occasionally smokes a really acrid weed. Smells of grilling and the bakery on the corner are also acceptable.
Strange figures can sometimes be seen from the other side of the window. The camera foregrounded the screen, but I like the cross-stitch effect.
I took a bunch of documentary photos of the work on the GLX—we were right about the earthworks built to move the rotary drill rig from the bridge out onto the right of way—but I really liked the glow of a greenhouse I had never noticed before on the far side of the tracks.
The plane trees were so beautifully sunlit on Sycamore Street.
It is my intention tonight to sleep more than two and a half hours in half-hour increments, because last night was nonsense. At least we had groceries delivered in the morning.
The lilac beyond the back deck is flowering properly now. The smell drifts in through the kitchen window, which I like much better than whichever of our neighbors occasionally smokes a really acrid weed. Smells of grilling and the bakery on the corner are also acceptable.
Strange figures can sometimes be seen from the other side of the window. The camera foregrounded the screen, but I like the cross-stitch effect.
I took a bunch of documentary photos of the work on the GLX—we were right about the earthworks built to move the rotary drill rig from the bridge out onto the right of way—but I really liked the glow of a greenhouse I had never noticed before on the far side of the tracks.
The plane trees were so beautifully sunlit on Sycamore Street.
It is my intention tonight to sleep more than two and a half hours in half-hour increments, because last night was nonsense. At least we had groceries delivered in the morning.
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I thought you should know that I got a prescription for budesonide to be used as a sinus rinse from the very reasonable ENT I spoke with this afternoon, unlike the much less reasonable GP I spoke with earlier in the afternoon who told me in the same sentence that she did not believe I had COVID-19 but because I was experiencing a respiratory issue should come in to the COVID-19 clinic in Somerville, which for many reasons including logic I did not want to do. I put it in eight ounces of water with a sinus packet and it did not feel like nitric acid. I don't know what made the difference, but I plan to continue with this course of action either until it improves the weird sharp jaw-and-earache that the ENT is presuming is a leftover drainage issue rather than lingering infection or until it becomes obvious that the weird sharp jaw-and-earache really does need another course of antibiotics or some other treatment. It doesn't seem to be hurting me, either way.
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