A bit stifled at the moment

I've been busy every day, last week and this. Bizzy, bizzy, bizzy, as I've often typed, and not just weaving. But I've had so little to say. I've been concerned about this damn pneumonia thing, and shuffled about in it.

First there was an x-ray that showed pneumonia in the right lower lung and a bit in the left. A course of drugs and a new x-ray that showed it gone in the right lung, but present as much now in the left. Wait three weeks and yesterday a CT scan to see what the pneumonia is doing.

Pause for statement from patient, why wait three weeks? Response: to see if it resolves. I emailed the doctor, why are we waiting?  They don't make real answers in writing. It's all verbal. Email answer: protocol.

So yesterday was the CT at one, with no eating the previous four hours. That probably is the chief cause of my current irritation Half the cause, at any rate. I got up early to be done with breakfast before nine. The very brief CT over, I drove through Dunkin Donuts to have a lunch of coffee and bagels stuffed with cream cheese.

I simply cannot tolerate the flavor of fast food any more. Not an honest hamburger from a real restaurant, but stuff that really isn't food, but refined petroleum distillates. The little cream cheese stuffed bagel had an interesting, herby flavor, but...? I ate the second one because I still was hungry. That was about 1:30, and at bedtime the flavor still consumed my body.

Worse yet, the results of the CT have not yet hit my clinic chart. X-rays show up no later than the next morning. Now it's been twenty four hours since I took a deep breath, hold it and breathe. 

On a happier note, I stopped at the gallery and consigned a dozen towels to Diane. She seems excited. Knowing how full up she is with artists' works, I expected the towels would be scattered about, augmenting other displays. To my surprise, immediately inside the door:

And for everyone who has not seen the inside of a shop in too, too long:

And that's about a third of what is in there. Riverlight Gallery. Diane ships. But buy your towels from me. 

And finally, I'm off to get Laura in a few minutes, for the monthly shopping and laundry spree.

I'm sure I'll have the answer to the CT scan by tomorrow, and I can quit grumbling. And, I've begun a new pair of socks, to try the new toe. After the socks, I have a red sweater to knit. Hard to believe trying out a new toe takes precedent over a red sweater.