The Painful Poke

Woody and I both had our new boosters on Thursday and we both got quite sick.  We wanted to get the new vaccine before we went anyplace and were in public a lot.  I began to feel a bit weird on the way to the dentist Thursday afternoon – a bi of brain fog that passed of fairly quickly and a feeling that my body was hetvy, as if I’d suddenly gained forty pounds.

The news at the dentist was bad.  I have to have a tooth I thought had a minor cavity pulled.  I dread that. 

Then by late afternoon, I was feeling quite ill.  Alternately too hot and too cold.  Extremely weak. It was hard to walk across the room. Itchy.  Just about all my joints ached as if my whole body had suddenly developed bad arthritis. I tried to answer Melenie’s email, but I typed nonsense and gave up.  I could distract myself by a series we’ve been watching on Netflix.  Hard to follow but somehitng distracting.  A feverish and nightmarish night followed for both of us.  Willow tired to help me. She’s the only cat I’ve ever  had who tries to play nurse, smelling me in various places, licking me.  Applying her body to where she thinks it will help.  She was with me almost all ngiht.

This morning, I’m somewhat better.  But still very sore and weak. 

We are supposed to get rain tonight.  We’ll see. Rain on the mainland doesn’t translate to rain here.  It’s also supposed to get cooler, which I would not mind at all.  I don’t know if I can do anything useful today. I couldn’t cook last night.  I intend to try tonight.  Something simple. 

I couldn’t read last night, but I’m hoping I can at least read today.  that I’m writing this shows that I’m better.  My attempts to answer emails last night was a bad joke.  Nonsense came out of me.  I couldn’t typeaccurately on my phone.

I did one live interview this week, but there are three others who want to interview me.  I don’t know what I’ll do. Today it seems impossible. 

I really wish I could get into my garden to see how the seedlings I transplanted are faring and how the lettuce seeds that sprouted are doing.  But I don’t know when I will be strong enough to do it. I’m hoping maybe by this afternoon. I wasn’t able to cook, but I’m hoping I can tonight. 

Wednesday I did a live interview with my Brazilian translator Elton Furlanetto, a friend and fine poet.  WOMEN ON THE EDG\  OF TIME just came out in his translation.  Next he’d translate HE, SHE AND IT.  The audio was fine but while I could see him and the other questioners, they couldn’t see me.  It wasn’t ZOOM

but a service called streamyard.  It didn’t work on my end.