Thankful to be home.

After spending an entire night coughing my lungs out and getting maybe an hour's worth of sleep - and letting my employer know about that this morning - I went to the property to take a quick look to see what the dude might have gotten done with the tines and then I went to urgent care.  

At urgent care, I had as swab stuck up into my brains (certainly felt like it), another in my nose but not fare up, a blood sample, an x-ray and injected with a shot of steroids, which almost always helps with coughs like this.  

My blood pressure has come way down, something I wasn't expecting but certainly not going to complain about. After in that place for well over an hour, the doctor, who had visited me fully 3 separate times plus 2 different assistants coming and going - tole me I have bronchitis.  Before the age of Covid, I would have guessed that, but now? I wasn't sure what it was.  

I get fully 3 prescriptions to go pick up, but I went home first and got the paperwork for the septic system application and a check so I could get that done and over with and they can get moving along with it.  Over at their office, there was actually a lady working in there today, they are normally closed on Saturdays.

I dropped the envelope off and then she called me before I could get out of the driveway.  "The paperwork has to be one-sided, it can't be two-sided", talking about the fact that my printer had printed it on both sides of the sheets, so 2 sheets instead of 4. So, I went back in there, resigned everything and then she sad she'd fill out the rest for me and that she IS a notary public.  

Off to Chili's for a quick bite and then over to CVS to get the prescriptions. Getting back into my vehicle? The battery just suddenly, out of the blue, decided it didn't want to work anymore.  I'm not feeling this, I thought, I just want to go home. Instead, I had to call a local service to come jump start me and then over to O'Reillys for a new battery and then, over to Super 1 for some food. Foregone conclusion I wasn't going to want to go anywhere today, got some chicken to cook and went home.

Oh, the dude at my property? Had gotten almost nothing done. He had decided that he needed to use his box attachment which moves the dirt, pulls up the weeds and junk in the ground and smooths it out.  When he's done with that - on Monday I guess he thinks he's coming back - I will put down the grass seed and hope that a lot of it takes.  

I also saw that the newly formed RV pads on the east side were trapping water and leaving standing pools of water.  Can't have that, I texted the contractor and asked him if he could dig some trenches for some pipe.  I have the pipe, he just needs to dig the trenches.  I have old SDR35 pipe that I acquired from previous employer for free - it was all in the junk pile. There is actually nothing wrong with most of it, it's just old but this isn't pressure situation and it will work fine to carry the water under the newly formed driveway - versus - having standing pools of water to annoy guests, having mosquito farms going and general nastiness.  

Now? I'm not doing anything for the rest of today besides cooking chicken for dinner.  I am going to find a movie to watch and kick back, rest, take all of these drugs and hope to get better soon so I can get back to work.  

It is very warm outside so I brought Addler in from the heat, he can chill with me, I have the house all to myself for once.  That doesn't happen very often, almost never.  

Okay, I'll probably do some more research on RV parks and SBA loans, lol. But that's after I have rested for a while and get to feeling a bit better after the ordeal with the bad battery.  

g'day.