The monkey I call a supplier of hardware was supposed to come by at 5. I get a phone call, now. 6 hours later. He’s in my driveway, and wants to come in to test his crap. I agree, and it turns out he has one of his kids with him. I like kids, but since he has his with him, I can’t really comfortably bawl him out for being late, waking me up, and, it turns out, not having all of the hardware I requested. Ah well. I did get to talk to my sweetheart briefly today, took care of some shopping, and recovered from a uvula the size of Rhode Island. I stayed home from work today, but I was a little icky-sicky. I got a little reading in, launched a half-dozen resumes, but failed to do much walking. I sat on the porch, and relaxed quite a lot.

Well, fortunately I have the laptop to post from. (and to do my work on…)

I’m contemplating taking another mental health day tomorrow… I don’t want to bring sore throat germs into work, plus, I want to accomplish the things I didn’t do today.

I don’t like strangers in my house. I’m funny that way. Even the hardware guy is alien to me… I don’t much enjoy having friends inside, either. This apartment is a tiny one, with just enough room to be cozy for one, intimate for two, and crowded with any more than that.

I need rest.

Still swollen, and my throat is still sort of closed… I still have no idea what’s wrong with it, but My doctor’s office doesn’t open until 10, not 9. Instead, I took a cab to the grocery store… I wanted to go to the head shop and a few other places, but they’re all closed until 10, too..

I’m going to make a little goodie-bag up and send it out to someone nice in the meantime.

Hmm…

Woke up this morning and my uvula (that punching bag thing in the back of your throat) is all swollen. It’s making it sort of difficult to swallow…I have the sensation of my throat closing up a bit. I wonder if it’s an allergic reaction to the Chinese food I had last night, my forgetting to wear the CPAP, or Karma catching up to me for taking today off of work. I’m going to take a shower and get dressed, and if it’s still this bad or gets worse, I’ll be calling the doctor at 9am. No restricted breathing, but it is very difficult to swallow. This is going to cut into my day, I had plans, of a sort… involving having a ‘mental health day’. I can hardly relax if I’m worried about my physical well-being.

Ah, well. A nice hot shower will set me right, I hope. More to follow.