Doctors, bandages, and calls.

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There is so much to do today that I am not sure where to start. I think I will go to the hospital first. The bandage on my hand makes doing much else complicated. Still, with another 9 to 11 days before I should be using it... Oh well. Then a call to several places about my auto. A call and maybe a little internet searching for a chiropractor. And then at least one call regarding getting moved. If I have time, I will also try to get some boxes for any little bits still here.

After the calls, of course, I then will have to go places and wait for service, estimates, and whatnot. I suppose I am going to be happy if I actually get one or two things done and have the rest of the projects on a sure schedule to be done. Life and work simply does not happen quickly.

I found my script yesterday and went to the pharmacy. At $4 dollars, I decided that was well within my range and purchased the antibiotics. I did decide to take another painkiller last night and slept well for it. I realized, however, that I had already taken two. I must have taken another the night before without remembering having done so. Oh well. At least they have not given me a grungy sensation, that weird out-of-focus sense that painkillers often give. Then again, I am sleeping through the effects so I am not sure.

The cut actually hurts more this morning than it has so far. Since I do not need to sleep though, and I can handle it, I will go without painkillers. Then again, and in truth, the pain is quite mild... just noticeable (and enough that I would not be able to sleep well, if at all, with the pain). I will, however, begin the antibiotics (which I left in the auto last night and was too tired to retrieve when I realized it at bedtime. I think 4 doses of 500mg per day for 7 days... I think I can, I think I can. I do harp about taking the complete dose and for the full duration and so I will follow my own advice... as I am able. Ugh...

Calling the Church is giving me belly butterflies. I hate asking, let alone begging. When buying a home, money is not quite what it was. I cannot just spend more and wait for the reserves to fill up, it simply does not work that way. And yet I am so nervous about the church after having watched a pro-O "Catholic" threaten to hit one who did not vote for the most pro-abortion pResident on record. Also making him the greatest Uncle Tom in history. And they call ME racist!

Anyway, that must be done. I suppose, like the cat, fate is intervening. I will have a chance to speak with some of the congregants and get some idea about this church. Or maybe they cannot help and I will just figure out how to pay. Life is a trap, it seems. There is no "out". Then again, that is why we have a brain, and a heart and soul? Yeah, okay. Got it.

Well, a shower, shave, and a new day. Have a good day.