I wasn't tired when I went to bed. Surprise! I had been sleeping most of the day. I started the Patchett book, The Dutch House. I have loved every book of hers. I read for a while before I tried to go to sleep. I worked on meditating. It was hard. I was distracted by my inability to sleep, my craving for sleep. I finally used my method for relieving craving or aversion. I said, "I release anything negative about my hatred for my craving for falling asleep and keep anything positive or anything else I still need." And then the opposite, "I release anything negative about my love for my craving and keep anything positive or anything else I still need." Then I fell asleep.
When I woke at 6:30, I could feel that the irritation from the urinary tract infection was worse. I didn't dare go for my morning walk until I had taken my daily dosage of AZO. I waited until I thought the AZO had taken effect. You can't miss it. Your urine turns bright orange. I started on my walk. I didn't make it far. The movement was making my discomfort worse. I just walked up and down my street, but it was still too much.
When I fed Elsa, I moved her bowl into the living room. When it was on the tiled kitchen floor, it slid around, disturbing Yvette and Josh living underneath.
When I cleaned the stovetop the other day, some spots need more attention. I wanted to respray them with ammonia, but I was concerned about doing it when Elsa was in range. It occurred to me to do the spraying while Elsa was safely occupied with her food in another room. Otherwise, she would be underfoot, following me around. That's part attachment and part of her endless hope for a treat.
Shortly after 8, I called Kaiser to request an antibiotic for my infection. I didn't want to face the weekend without a solution at hand. They said they would call me back.
I also emailed the young woman who lived with me for six months. She had emailed me yesterday to tell me that her beloved Samsung phone drowned. Efforts to revive it had failed. Since she had ordered her phone through my Amazon account, she needed the billing statement to get a replacement phone. I sent her a connection to the account, but she needed my password. She suggested I send a screenshot. Okay. How do you do that? I asked Yvette, who was sweeping the driveway, preparing for a private yoga class with social distancing. She gave me some suggestions on doing that, but she doesn't have an iPhone and didn't know. Whatever I tried didn't work. If the young woman doesn't have a working phone, how do I send it to her? I asked the young woman to contact me and instruct me. It occurred to me that I could ask the family techie, my grandson August, to help me. He also has an iPhone. He will know what to do.
Scott called me from the side door, announcing he had a gift for me. He and Yvette had bought me more chocolate. I told Scott I probably had enough for the time being. I sent them both a picture of my stash.
Adam called me a 1 pm as promised to set up my order with doTerra for some pills. He asked me if they were working. It would be hard to tell. There are so many variables that have changed with the pandemic shutdown. Who knows what affects what? I follow my gut response. Even if there is no chemical effect, taking the pills is a bit like blessing myself. It makes me feel better. The only question is: Can the pills do harm?
I happened to mention to him that I had a urinary tract infection. While we were on the phone, he checked the doTerra reference book. He asked if I had any lemon oil left. Yep. He said to put one or two drops in water and drink that. I told him I had a lemonade every night. He said that the oil was the product of some astounding amount of processed lemon zest. Okay, I wasn't suffering, and I decided to give it another day before I started taking the antibiotics. At least I had them if things got worse over the weekend. The idea of having a bad infection and having to wait until Monday to get my hands on antibiotics was not a happy thought.
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