Christmas 1974
Tuesday morning I woke with a bladder infection. I had my helper #2 coming and we had to move the pasture coop, hopefully for the last time. I had him put away the snake fence the volunteers had taken down on Sunday, and the pigtail posts. He drained and put away the hoses. He put up the 2 storm windows missing in the addition, and we got the rest of the storms back in the windows. And he carried a bunch of stuff to the cellar.
Then Tony needed help laying the kitchen floor so he did that. In the meantime, I was caging a ride to the doctor’s and generally laying low.
In the afternoon I was supposed to go pickup a truckload of bagged leaves with one of the kids, but he had to work. It was postponed until Friday.
Wednesday I woke feeling awful. The urine test was negative, but was sent out for further testing so I wasn’t given anything, but told to use an over the counter thing called AZO. It looked like a nasty thing, so I’d held off taking it. But things were worse, so I did take it.
I went out in the rain to do the chickens and found the tarp cover to the coop had given up the ghost. I had to find plastic and put it on and tie it, hoping it would last until they move on the weekend.
My intern was here and the AZO had helped some so while I scrubbed up dehydrator trays, she started putting parsley on the clean ones. We managed to fill 1 dehydrator.
I spent 45 mins on the phone with the new social worker for my husband and then headed out to an appointment and errands. A BuyNothing person was driving me. The new tests came back and they prescribed antibiotics, so we picked those up on the way home.
My husband told me that evening the covid rates for Massachusetts had risen to over 15%. So we need to be seriously quarantining here, as he will be home soon.
Been a rough 2 days…