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Sick call was a happier period today than yesterday.

Marcus has improved his appetite after his operation and I went to the chiropractor for my sciatica; a second pull and jerk session. Earlier I had my stitch less left arm examined at Urgent Care and declared free and back to a normal life.

Both resulted in much relief. Doctoring is not my favorite thing but at least I am finally OK with going in promptly to get what needs to be done. It took eight decades but I am there at a time I may need it; more ready to admit defeat and ask for help.

The airedale, whose temperament is similar (I'm OK Dad) is more comfortable and will go in on Friday for an observation. He is eating some and likes a little walk for the first time.

I used to administer the sick call when I was in the Army. A safe job for a tender new second louie. So I know how to run it militarily which is to stay out of the way if possible.

Like all aspects of military life. Lie low.

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The annual summer cold has arrived.

So far it isn't too bad. Sniffy. Wet.

I don't use the "Kleenex" tissues. I go directly to the paper towels.

It is good that I don't have much coming up this next week.

It will last seven days. Or a week if I am lucky.

It doesn't matter what I do for it. I don't have a headache with it so no aspirin. Although it might help me mentally. I take Loratadine daily anyway, for allergies. So that is already done.

I did use the Echinacia. Natural. But the problem with any "remedy" is that it is hard to tell whether it is working or not. If it is working, how bad would the cold be without it? If it is not working, not much else to do.

What is good is that there is nothing coming up this week. Very quiet. No meetings or anything. So I can just lie low. Sleep. That seems to be the best remedy for just about anything. Lie low. Sleep.

I am not clogged up. If I am I can do the saline spray.

Otherwise. Take it and then let it go.

I am grateful that I don't get sick at all. Except for this. Once a year. I can handle that just fine. It is my turn.

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