After 3 days of taking the antibiotics, I no longer have swollen lymph nodes in my neck. I'm now willing to bet that it was indeed a reaction to the bug bites, not a harbinger of Mr. Nasty-Cancer.
It took some self-discipline to avoid touching the darn things, worrying them like a stone in my pocket. I allowed myself one feel per day, in the morning. This morning, I can't feel them at all. All those panic-monger feelings can go home now--Move along, these are not the droids you're looking for.
It's downright COLD out there this morning! They weren't kidding about a radical temp change. The plants are inside now, the furnace is chugging away for the first time in days, and it's supposedly going down to 29 degrees tonight. Nothing to be done about that.
Bill sent a quick email saying that his relief is still not there, the rumor being that he was grounded by fog in South Carolina, not by AA. He'd better hurry up, because I've got taxes that Bill needs to sign. That, and I'd kind of like my husband home now please?
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