August 6, 2014

The infection came on me late last night. Since it doesn’t attack my legs exclusively anymore, I don’t always know that it’s coming, but come it has. It’s feverish and disorienting and soporific and achy rather than agonizing, so I am grateful for that.  It presents as a urinary tract infection; I don’t know how accurate self-diagnosis is, but it sure is fast. Praying for recovery by tomorrow so I can make it to New York without staggering around there in a daze. Called to the optometrist despite my ailment, where my “new” glasses were delivered to me, this time, so far as I can tell, right. Sleep overcomes all desires.