I saw the doctor on Monday, got tested for lyme's disease and I'm happy to say I do not have it.  So therefore, my symptoms are all due to the (sinus infection).  Strangely, they prescribed Azithromycin, an antibiotic, for a 5-day course.  But there was no test done to see if I had a bacterial infection or a viral infection.  I am supposed to go back if I don't get better, though.  Yeah, well.  Fact is, I was getting a little better every day, anyway.  I also had the bloodwork done to see if my thyroid medication is on target.  Overall, that has improved.  My blood pressure has been improving steadily by means of diet alone, plus what exercize I can manage.  My cholesterol readings have improved with supplements and diet only, no meds.  I even lost a couple of pounds.  My pulse was 72.   

Then on to my daughter's; we went to the Hunan Chinese Buffet in her town, and it was delicious (again).  As we were leaving, an older Chinese woman came toward me, stopped, and gave me the biggest smile I've gotten from anybody in a long time.  I returned the favor and get a warm glow every time I think of her. 

Then on to the new Supercenter Walmart that just opened there days ago.  It is still jammed with people, and they are buying the store out as fast as they can.  Of course, many of them are tourists now.  It is vast.  We saw a three-wheeled motorcycle in the parking lot that looks somewhat like a snowmobile on wheels.  Two wheels in front, and one in back.  I wonder what the mileage is on that one.  Cool!

Next day, I had my regular chiropractic adjustment, told him about my doctor visit, but he got upset when I showed him my antibiotic, asking if they had given any kind of test to see if the infection was viral or bacterial.  He talked me into buying (from him) a probiotic that will at least help keep the biotic life in my gut from being killed off without interfering with the prescribed medication.  I'm taking one in the morning, one in the evening, and the antibiotic in the middle of the day. 

Yesterday morning, I was sound asleep still, and the phone rang, and Daphne began yapping excitedly to let me know (duh).  I launched myself toward the phone, flinging away the covers (or so I thought), being mindful not to step on the dogs, who were circling ambitiously, and reached for the phone while stepping onto the floor, right?  Except that my foot was still caught up in the covers and never made it to the floor.  The other foot was bent back somewhere and the result was that I fell out of bed on my head, then left side, with head, left arm and shoulder, and left leg all curiously twisted under me.  Foot never did make it to the floor.  It was one of the ladies from our monthly social, letting me know that tomorrow was "luncheon day."  I told her as I lay there in a twisted mess, dogs yapping in my face, that I wasn't coming.  I'm okay, but sore, and for an instant, I wanted to blame my innocent doggies for my fall.  Why is that?  They had nothing to do with it, and in fact, their cushion at the foot of my bed probably saved me from serious injury.  I'm not a very nice person, am I? 

I made chicken and wild rice soup, followed by split pea soup for John, and took it easy for the rest of the day.  I ate three bowls of soup yesterday, plus home-made bread and butter with cheese. 

And at the library again, got "Into the Wild" and "Into Thin Air" by Jon Krakauer, "Evangeline" and other poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and some woman's adventure by dogsled in the Arctic (don't remember much about it).  It's too buggy/muggy to do much outside, and being this clumsy, I think I just might stay indoors unless I need to go out. 

I've made it to the garden, weeded some, and have harvested radishes, spinach, pak choi, lettuce, etc. for my salads.  There is scarcely any path left to see between the beds.  It is lush and green all over.  Today, another salad will be forthcoming.