The only way is up
May. 12th, 2005 02:55 pmWe all went to the doctor. In a troupe. I leaned on the buggy, Rob carried Linnea and opened doors, and Linnea had a lovely time waggling her toes in the breeze.
I have "a viral infection" and should continue to take it easy until Sunday. Rob has conjunctivitis and a prescription for antibiotics, and Linnea has conjunctivitis but no antibiotics. I am to continue washing both their eyes in saline from time to time, and massage Linnea's eyelids with vaseline.
As to me - convalescing is dull. I can't really even read. This is a very stupid-making virus. I managed to read a single Georgette Heyer over the whole week, and that was difficult and not really enjoyable. I keep reading people online whom I would never usually read, and leaving probably incomprehensible comments. I said recently that something was thought-producing instead of thought-provoking. Today I said manifesto instead of parameter. My brane iz ded.
On the plus side, Rob's eyes are much clearer than they were last night, though Linnea's seem to be getting worse. And I can walk now, as long as I don't have to do anything else afterwards.