Bitter

This morning was a morning when I had to remind myself that getting up and going to work every day was why I had my beloved House. Half my upper lip took up far more space than usual, puffed with cold sores, and extremely irritated and startlingly swollen.

When I got to work, I begged the pharmacist and one of our anesthesiologists for meds. Didn't take much, just showed them the damage. Medical folks do respond to distress. Watching the two of them on their smartphones trying to figure out the dosage and frequency was a treat. Pharmacist fetched me one to start with, brought it down once she'd gotten all the first case drugs set, bless her. She was bringing drugs to the anesthesiologist during the last case, where I was scrubbed, and I was able to thank her again, that my mouth felt amazingly better.

The drugs won't heal it all up, got it started too late. But it will keep new ones from bubbling up. Massive eruption, not a happy.

Got below zero this morning. Bitter cold, extremely dry, nothing going to melt for a good long time.