Things are getting surreal, every day the same, haven't left the house for 6 weeks. My daughter is ill with pancreatitis again, has been suffering with it for several weeks. She was not going anywhere either, but today, on doctor's orders, had to go to the lab for blood work. She feels awful, but doesn't want to go to the ER. The last bout of pancreatitus landed her in the hospital for several days.
I thought I was getting sick, had a drip and irritated throat, slight headache, felt chilled. Couldn't sleep all night. But it seems to be getting better rather than worse. I went through old paperwork that was a bit dusty yesterday, maybe it was from the dust.
It's 3 months since I had my hair done, and it's amazing. It's a bit darker on the underside, but the front has come in a light blonde, not gray and not yet white. It will be interesting to see its progression.
Mike is a news junkie and most of the day is coronavirus time. He likes to be "up-to-the-minute" informed. It's starting to get very wearing. The news is not encouraging.
I will not be one of those out and about. I am high risk, and so is Mike.
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