Treated

Two mercifully short days at work, and I'd started to feel better by mid-Monday. Commiserating with P, who'd been much more ill, with secondary bacterial infections of ears and eyes, but looked much better today. The flu vaccine this year missed the mark, mostly because the virus moved, mutated, and evaded. We're all going down in turn, as such things work. Compared to years before the vaccine was mandatory at the hospitals, I got off very lightly this year. Still, breathing at night is rough, and I have no spare energy.

Yesterday, my therappist rolled into my room on a gurney. I thought her name looked familiar on the schedule, but thought no more about it. Recognized her face right away, and remembered she'd asked me for names of surgeons for her need. She admitted she hadn't recognized me, which isn't surprizing at all. Context, I assured her, no problem. Mask, hat, and scrubs very much change how we look. She was very composed and pleasant for the spinal, which impressed me, but also did not surprize me. I stopped by for a minute today when I had a break, just to wish her well, tell her I was impressed, after checking with her nurse first. A little strange, but I kept it short.

Once I got home, the cats decided to have a running chase. Moby goes thumpa-thumpa-thumpa, Eleanor goes flippity-flopity-flippity-floppity.

She gets treats.


He gets turkey slices.



Their chosen preferences.