The best laid plans

Another really bad night, with a little excitement thrown in for good measure. I woke up at 1 a.m. coughing, and there were red and blue lights swirling around the room. It seems like there have been a lot of emergency vehicles in my neighborhood lately. Long story short, there were firefighters in the tree house (more of a platform with railings) at the house on the corner, and they were wheeling a person on a gurney into an ambulance. I don't know who that person was or whether or not they were in the tree house. I guess it's going to be one of those stories where the ending is never known.

I called my doctor's office this morning only to discover they're now closed on Fridays, so I took myself to an urgent care place. I have nothing, no pneumonia, no bronchitis, no sinus infection or ear infection, just drainage and lots of it going down my throat. That's why I'm coughing. Even after I begged for codeine, the nurse-practitioner wouldn't give me any, saying the coughing was for a purpose. She did give me a prescription for something that will dry up the drainage and gave me a lot of warnings, such as it'll really dry me up, only take half a pill, it'll make me drowsy. That last one got my attention. I need drowsy. I have no hope that it will work and that getting back to the proper dosage on my vasomotor rhinitis and some time are my only hope. Boo-hoo.

I did absolutely no work on the house today, but I did do some IRS proofing and cooked two dishes. That's something. The contractor came by and had me sign a contract for the work, which will start on Tuesday, with the fence people probably here on Friday. Yea!

Sister Jan is flying into Denver Sunday. Shopping!

Heading to bed - fingers crossed.