At my doctor’s appointment yesterday, as they always do, they weighed me and took my temperature. On the weigh-in front, I was pleased to discover that I’ve managed to loose a few pounds. I suspect the weight loss is primarily due to the decrease in my Prednisone dosage (three more weeks and I’m off it completely!), but it made me happy. On the temperature front, I clocked in at 99.1. I appeared to have a very low-grade fever, so low-grade that I didn’t notice it. Hmm. Must pamper self so I don’t get sick before or during Dragon*Con. I normally burn a teeny bit hotter than average, but not 99.1 hotter.
I’ve also been extremely fatigued of late. ‘Course I’ve been generally tired for a long time now, so I guess that’s not exactly new. But I’m stressed that I’ll get sick before D*C, which of course is exactly what my immune system needs . . . stress.
And my wing stubs hurt again.
– Finished up my Critters critique for this week’s queue.
– Wrote a review for Tangent of this week’s Sci-Fiction offering, “Bulldozer” by Laird Barron and sent it off to ye olde editor.
– All despondent stories have had their egos stroked and been summarily ejected back into the cold, cruel world. “Come back with your shield, or on it!”