We are still alive!

Thank you all, again, for well wishes and suggestions. Yesterday I read two books, Donna Leon. Basically in my bed. When I wasn't reading, I could gaze out the window at the birds at the fountain through the Muskoka Room. I could barely function. I even had a nap, but its put my sleep cycles topsy turvy.

My physician was away from Thursday to Tuesday. That is unusual, he is usually quite quick at taking care of us. The receptionist suggested I go to the ER. I wasn't in favour of that. For others, and for my sake. I was so tired. 

Joe went into Carleton Place. I have more meds. I haven't had a cold in 4 years. When I do get a cold, it usually ends up with me getting bronchitis and or laryngitis. JB went into town and the pharmacist prescribed me a new Ventolin puffer. He couldn't give me a super duper Symbicort puffer, not his Scope of Practice. Happily, Joe Brian had two from his terrible cough he had for months. I used his.

He had careful guidelines, to have Joe Brian watch my rate of breathing, etc. I spoke to him on the phone but didn't have much of a voice. JB went in to see him. He is quite worried about me. 

JB has been amazing. And worried, too. He put water into the fountain, watered my potted plant, did litter, and dishes. He made me a bacon sandwich for lunch. He began sneezing and having a runny nose. I suggested he take a rapid COVID test. Guess what?

I took the day off blogging. This I had prepared but couldn't finish up, feeling wretched. Coughing until I feel I might throw up. The Paxlovid has terrible side effect, but I think it is making a difference.  

 Back to when I was mobile (just a few days ago) the further afield trailcams were pretty boring. Just some chubby old lady with spare batteries and a camera bag! I haven't been able to walk that far since.

The frog pond has been trimmed up by McGregor Muskrat. I haven't seen them on the cameras any more. I stood there, covered in bug spray. I thought I could see something nibbling at the native phragmites, as they shivered in the assault. I think they are still here.

This is the frog pond from the other side on June 11th. I love the vibrant greens.

Muskrat has stopped building on the top of the dock. I thought they'd gone. Nope. Still signs in the weeds, showing its trail.

The larger plant with the flower is frog-bit. Latin for frog bite. I don't know what the teeny plants are, or if they are teensy frog-bit.  

Sitting atop the deck, I noticed our doe, she was nibbling on my Hydrangea. Little twerp. She prefers the blossoms, peeled off the front where she can reach. Little twerp! I saw her bound across the yard.

 My kids are on their way to Vancouver. My three children, and 4 grandkids, will be together at Jesse's cottage in B.C. It is epic. I weep thinking about it. It hurts my heart, being estranged from my youngest son.