Today I still have the bowels of a goose, some cough, and I *hope* some smell coming back. Still can’t detect horseradish or the smelly body wash but some ghostly undertones or my vivid imagination can sense some things. Frank described his experience well.
I ate some peanut butter and didn’t taste or smell it but minutes later my brain told me that a substance like peanut butter may have been detected
Frank sounds awful, can’t get comfortable but had a good night’s sleep. He is feeling weak as well. We both have body cramps and can’t really lean back or lay down due to nasal drip.
I’m trying not to take too much Advil. My appetite was back last night and I had the biggest meal in a week.
Guess I’m glad I didn’t order an expensive cake for the end of the year. Missed my special phone call today from the state. No doubt they’ll call back.
Even though he has today off, Frank has to have a meeting at 1:30 with Mercurial Boss. I have visions of my poor husband looking like Anakin Skywalker
after the battle in the volcano but rather than Obi-Wan leaning down, it’s M.C. asking
“So did you redesign the thing I am going to scrap anyway after demanding it on short notice?”
I am glad I’m doing better. I’ll be in charge of the mail, trash, and grocery pickup today. I’ll just have to do it slowly. And the trash bag may be too big for me. (Our bin is above my waist and the top of the bag is at my chest)