The worst is over, but I've lost my voice, and I feel like death warmed over. This morning we took the Subaru in for repairs, and then headed right back home to the recliner. Slept fitfully - not happy and not able to talk. Not hungry - can't even think about food, which for me is a symptom of something majorly wrong.
In the afternoon I went with Dick to the Eye Center for his eye exam and new glasses. I sat in the waiting room and kind of faded in and out - still feel terrible. There was an obnoxious man in the waiting room using his cell phone seated right next to the sign that said "No cell phone use in the building". He was loud. It's really not fair, when I can't even squeak at the moment.
Still no appetite - can't even listen to food ads on TV or radio. Had some toast and tea, and Dick made some scrambled eggs around 8 p.m.
