Last night I was fairly certain I had mono–Again. I’ve never had such a raw sore throat, with all the times I’ve had the virus blood-confirmed. Besides the sore throat, leveling fatigue and low-normal temperature seemed to herald another mono rerun.
The rainy dawn brought more clarity. I was having a rerun, but of an episode from another series, The Sinus Infection from a Very Bad Place. My last sinus infection was bacterial; this time, the discharge and low temperature signaled a viral infection, so antibiotics are not going to fix this. It will depart, as those of its kind have departed before, in 10 days to two weeks. Nothing does very much at all to subdue the symptoms.
The wet, heavy air outside would require me to wear a pressure suit rated for a minimum gravity of Jupiter. Effie has been very sweet and patient about staying indoors, I think mostly because she doesn’t like rain, or at least wet feet.
I’m going to read a book about a cat who stowed away on a naval vessel and became a war hero. I was inspired by a review I read on Katzenworld. Other than that, my sacrosanct routine remains in effect, but at crawl velocity. And Effie is resourceful at finding ways to be a good-time girl, whatever her environment presents.