When I woke up around 8 am, I texted David to see what was going on in the house. Karin was in bed. She wasn't feeling well and planning to go to Urgent Care; Sam was fever-free but still had a runny nose; David asked me to come over and help him with Sam. He wasn't feeling well himself, and Sam was squirmy.
Yeah, I had a chance to hold Sam. He is delicious as I thought he would be- if somewhat squirmy. David intended to keep him up a while longer, so he slept better when he went down for his nap. I walked him back and forth, back and forth, and made appropriately distracting noises. Sam seemed okay with me, but he remained restless.
Finally, David took him up to Karin to feed him, and then he went down for his nap. David joined Karin in bed. I was left alone. No problem. I always have writing to do. Maybe, at this rate, I will be up to date before I leave Seattle. I also have been working on the book. I have found a significant problem in Chapter 1 and have been working on revising a section to fit into the context instead of reading like an aside.
David and Karin had some thoughts about taking in the Seattle Aquarium today, but neither was feeling that well. Remarkably, they both had problems different than the baby. The baby had a bad cold, which resulted in a fever; Karin had mastitis; David had inhaled a cleaning product and was having some difficulty breathing. Ah, and then I added to the mix. My back gave out. I couldn't stand or walk without being in agony. They decided their house was cursed for this period. Karin's mother, Dorothy, was going to come out to spend time with me while the kids were at work. She started this ball of sickness rolling; she came down with a terrible cold and canceled her trip.
I had spent most of the day reading Brook's "Bobos in Paradise." He is a wonderful writer. I thoroughly enjoy reading him, particularly this book. I fell asleep. When I woke up and tried to stand up, that's when that back pain hit. Standing up was agony. I managed to make it over to the dining room table for dinner.
After dinner, I went to make my smoothie for tomorrow's breakfast. Oh, boy. What a cockup. As I poured the Oat Milk into the blender, it flooded out over the counter. I screamed. David and Karin came running down the stairs. While I leaned on the counter to relieve my back, the two kids cleaned up the mess. I thought I had cleaned the blender, and it was ready for use. David came along, thought it was dirty, took it apart, and put it disassembled on the counter. David insisted that he did what any reasonable person would do. I accept not being normal, okay. I told him that he was entitled to set the rules in his house. I suggested he post a sign for guests. What a mess! They were under enough stress. Didn't need this added on. Didn't need me at all with everyone being sick. When I'm sick, I want to close the cave door and only see my very nearest and dearest.
After dinner, the kids spent their time with Sam, bathing him, feeding him, and putting him to bed. They carried my clean clothes and other miscellaneous stuff I had over at their house to the Bnb. I watched TV until 11 because I wasn't tired. I spent the time rolling on a hard roller and using the tennis ball for massage. The release point was on the outside of my right calf. Huh? Even after I turned the lights out, I had trouble sleeping. That sense of pounding in my chest is not so much my heart as the feeling of blood coursing through my veins.
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