Took my last dose of steroids and antibiotics this morning, we have just one more day of isolation …..
So why am I still sick? Back to the clinic tomorrow, I suppose. Mostly I am sick of being sick. HeWho complains is much better, although he would deny it.
And here we are in another day. Stopped to answer the phone, only to find out that our credit card was hacked, again. Someone charged a $1000 flight. This is the corporate card for the park. I don't use it at all. We have that protection plan on the computer …. I suppose we will now need one for the protection plan?
I feel so crappy that I don't care. I let HeWho pays bills on line handle the call to the bank. Clinic can't see me until tomorrow and I now face another day of utter boredom and dizziness. I have been outside with canines, but not the general public. I had hoped to be miraculously better and able to go out and procure groceries.
HeWho has been complaining about food and the taste lacking in the food, finally asked the doctor if perhaps his medication was causing this to happen. It is and she suggested he take zinc. Of course the pharmacy where he picked up his prescription was out of zinc. The only thing the man wants to eat is spaghetti or lasagna. I like pasta, too. But not every single day. Not to mention the fact that I have to make the sauce in order to control the sodium content. I do enjoy cooking, but not while I feel like this.
HeWho will try to cook, but if he is not scorching meat on a grill, he can only heat up canned goods and make eggs. What he is really good at is making a mess. He will manage to get eggs on the entire stove top and even on the bottom of the pan, so that we can all enjoy the aroma of scorched egg. He tries.
He has even attempted to clean up his messes, but does not meet my standards (maybe this is on purpose?) of what is considered clean. He is not adept at laundry, either. He might put a load in the washer, then remember it days later and toss it in the dryer. It has soured at that point, so should be rewashed. The drying process seems to set the nasty odor in place forever. Wait, I see a pattern, do you?
HeWho fixes sewer and water and electrical problems is not allowed to take reservations. We established this practice early in our campground. It was baffling to me that he had (and still has) no concept of which number corresponds to which site. He seems to be fond of the number 30 and would offer that site to every reservation request he took. Sometimes booking the same site to more that one customer at a time.
This tended to create a problem and he would toss it to me to fix. I tired of this process quickly and forbade him to even answer the phone. I have since lifted that restriction, he can answer the phone and field questions, but he will quickly put them on hold for me for a reservation. He is teachable, after all. But am I training him …. or has he trained me?