I have been coughing up a storm this morning, and it's wearing me out. I'm exhausted, and it's still morning. Marty is here--I think he'll be here all day. Nancy, the chaplain, just called, and she'll be over in a little while. Talking with her is always good.
I'm back to feeling really weak again. I just got up to go to the bathroom and when I got back to bed I just collapsed in a heap and was too tired to get myself back into a sitting position--I had to call Marty to help pull me back up. Kathy wants me to sit up as much as possible as that helps my breathing.
Last week there was an article in the New York Times food section about biscuits, and since then I've been obsessed with biscuits. I did a Web search to see if the regional brand of biscuits mentioned in the article were available by mail order, but couldn't find anything. So yesterday I called Marty and told him I was going to ask him a question that would shock him--I asked if he would be anywhere near a Kentucky Fried Chicken (he knows how much I hate KFC). But I explained that they have biscuits, and asked if he could pick some up. So this morning I had two biscuits slathered with butter. They're not the best biscuits (they have a bit of an aftertaste), but they eased the craving. I'm sure Popeye's biscuits are better but there are only a few of them around here (one in Kenmore Square, where it's impossible to park). So if any readers know a source of good biscuits, pass the information along!
Kathy called yesterday and said that she would be coming tomorrow, along with the Reiki practitioner (whose name I will finally learn). And I'm also getting a new hospice volunteer, Joe, who is supposed to call me and arrange a time to visit.
I really need distraction right now.