Called in sick

Today is the first time I have called in sick since coming back to work. I have had a cold for almost 2 weeks, thought I was getting better. Then yesterday, I got a sore throat and a low grade fever. Felt bad last night, and I am still not feeling very good, so decided to call in sick. I feel bad for my internal medicine patients. But I have to do what is best for me. I thought about what Steve would tell me. Take care of ME.

I started the Femara yesterday afternoon. I don't think I am having any side effects, but I'm feeling lousy from the cold, who could tell. I didn't sleep very well last night, but I did fall asleep on the couch. The patient literature said the Femara could make me drowsy. Didn't last night. The hot flashes have not been any different so far.

I was having a lot of body aches yesterday, but I am sure that was from Saturday's exertions. Brother John and nephew Logan met me in Ogden, and we almost emptied our storage shed (my quilting frame is still in there. Because it was raining, we left it.) Then we put all the stuff up in the attic. Thank goodness there were three of us. It would have taken a long time with just two, and some of the heavy stuff needed three. Most of that stuff we will never use again. But some I couldn't bear to part with, and some Wayne wouldn't let me throw away.

We had some landscaping done last week. Had a tree planted, Cleveland Flowering Pear, with a brick ring and rock. Had a brick ring and soil for planting annuals put around our lamp post. Then another brick square with some perenials. Along the east side of the house, we had barberry plants put in between the house and the sidewalk. A lot of the neighbors have commented on it, and seem to like it.

Speaking of neighbors, the unit next to ours has sold. Haven't met the couple, as they will move in Memorial Day weekend. I have met their daughter, who works at the clinic in physical therapy. She seems very nice. He is a retired surgeon (91), she is a retired nurse (86?) Moving here from Florida.