. . . dammit. How's your week? Monday my mother got a pacemaker (so I concede her week may be worse) and I got a cold; Tuesday my boss lectured me; Wednesday I used my babysitter night to work until 11; Thursday I found myself having such difficulty breathing that I went to doc-in-a-box, where my $50 deductible (damn managed healthcare) bought me an hour's wheezy wait, a chest x-ray and an albuterol nebulizer treatment. The prescriptions were extra, but the diagnosis was spot on, and I got out of bed this morning only to take Wee C to school. My primary care physician wouldn't have needed the x-ray, but I think this doc was trying to rule out pneumonia. Thank God for small favors. I also spaced a family dinner date we'd scheduled with some former neighbors, as I was focused on breathing, but they were most understanding.
I don't usually check in to whine, but Sunday was a long time ago. Knitting this week? Ribby rows during 24 and House, a sock round or two while lunch microwaved at work, a few fairy-dress rows last night. But I feel some coming on, after I eat some soup and drugs and pop a flick into the DVD . . .