Monday, December 26, 2022


 A few days ago, I wrote, "I'm afraid to write about how calm everything is, because it's asking for trouble."

Et voilà. The next day I got a letter in the mail from my doctor. I've been with a health clinic doctor for decades; she retired recently and a new young one took her place. She wrote that she has too many patients and has to dump some of them, so I'm off her list. Two days before Xmas — great timing, Doc.

It's a scary feeling, being dumped by your doctor. But I know lots of people don't have one. 

And then I got sick, really really sick. Managed to get through yesterday, but today it hit with full force. I think it's bronchitis - endless coughing, headaches, body aches. I wanted to put Xmas away - the living room is still awash in bits of paper and boxes - but couldn't move, was in bed all day. Was going to make turkey soup, and instead, I am defrosting some that was in the freezer. 

Several friends and my children have offered help, but I don't need anything, except to get my lungs back asap. 

So - all not quite so calm, after all. 

You know what really helps? Telling you about it. Thanks for listening. 


  1. I'm so sorry. Hopefully you will find a new doctor soon. Oh and that bronchitis? I know you said you tested for the virus but try again. My tests were negative in early October until they weren't. (Husband was positive which is why I kept testing. Same symptoms: aches, fever, trouble breathing, cough. And I needed to know about quarantine time in order to eventually shop responsibly.) Take care.

    1. Ah, the voice of my conscience has spoken. Yes, you're right. I'll test again.

  2. Theresa, I just tested. Positive. After the initial negative test, I'd resisted doing it again, but thank you for making me. Now I know. Have been lucky all this time, but not any more.

  3. Oh i'm sorry, Beth. Didn't mean to be the voice of your conscience! It's just that your symptoms sounded like mine. It's a miserable virus. Sending love.