Murphy's laws of illnesses

Symptoms that make one want to see the doctor will only appear at night, after the doctor's office has closed. Symptoms will promptly go into hiding, fooling one into thinking one is better, when the doctor's office opens again in the morning, only to reappear once the doctor's office is closed again.

If symptoms can manage to lurk until Friday night, bonus!

If symptoms can manage to lurk in hiding until the Friday night of a three-day weekend, extra special bonus!!!!

earache and garden

A couple of things I've read suggest that doctors will often wait a few days before prescribing antibiotics for an earache and see how things are going, to avoid over-use of antibiotics. I figure this is most likely to happen in my case. 1) The pressure and pain come and go, rather than being continuously plugged up and painful. 2) The ideal antibiotics might conflict with breastfeeding. It would be stressful to pump-and-dump with Sophia so stubborn about the bottle. Have yet to try the sippie cup, will be pleasantly surprised if she accepts it. Plus, this earache motivates me to want to keep her on breastmilk, because that's the #1 thing recommended for avoiding earaches in your kids. So I haven't bothered to try hard to talk to a doctor yet, figuring the answer will be "let me know how it is in a couple of days" anyway.

So, this 3-day weekend is the watching and waiting time on my earache. It was supposed to be the weekend of getting the garden all planted up, but I think I'm supposed to take it easy and not exert myself. I don't really understand the conflict between being sick and manual labor when I don't feel sapped of energy. But on the other hand, on both Friday and Saturday I had some energy during the day and used that energy to shop, walk, garden, etc., and both days got slammed with extreme tiredness and then building ear pressure afterwards. So, today, let's try the "take it easy" theory.

Bummer. Slightly anxious about how late into the year it seems, and lots of stuff not even planted yet. Not only do we have a short growing season this far north, but the garden seems to have some weird Star Trek-type temporal distortion field around it that makes things develop in the garden very verrry slllloooooooowly. It's amazing to see, as spring progresses, how fast the leaves on the trees came out, how fast the perennials are springing up, and how amazingly fast the grass grows. (Especially the grass. Oh my god. Stop!) And then it's amazing to then look at the garden and see, by contrast, how unbelievably slowly vegetables grow. Except spinach, which is growing fine. And rhubarb, but that's practically a weed. The areas of garden planted with peas and carrots look like bare patches of dirt at first glance. At first every spot of green seems to be shredded leaves torn down from the trees by the storm. If you stare hard, you can find that oh, a few peas did sprout, and some of the little pea plants look quite fine, except that they are only a couple of inches high. Stare harder, and you can eventually perceive that there is a carrot crop-- two long rows of microscopic little two-leaved carrot plants. In the time it has taken the rhubarb to grow dozens of leaves each bigger than my head, the carrot plants have gained maybe a millimeter in height. Peas and carrots were planted May 1 and 2 respectively. I feel like at this rate, I'll need a 3-year growing season to get normal-sized plants. WTF?

I need to get healthy and then figure out what to do with the baby while Rich is at work to try to plant edemame, squash, and zucchini seeds, and the tomato plants I bought at Mahoney's, and hope the temporal distortion field eases up in time to get some actual veggies before fall. Pesky temporal distortion field.