Thursday, October 1, 2026

     I get a little carried away at the doctor’s office having my ear wax removed, Time to improve my hearing.  The nurse reports lots of wax in both ears.  She can’t even see the ear drums. She promises me the treatment will not hurt.  No, no it will just feel uncomfortable. So, I sat in the chair while the water is slowly poured into my ear.

     I feel like I am drowning and start feeling I am on a sinking raft in the middle of the ocean with sharks sounding me. The nurse and the assistant laugh and pour more water into the ear. I am a little girl in the raft and I want a lollypop because I am being so good. Oh no, I have reverted back to being a child again. It is so much easier to be a child.  The nurse says the last man having his ears cleaned screamed. I said I didn’t know screaming is allowed.

     In the end my ear wax is very resistant and I am told to come back next week for another try. I agree to return unless my Friday’s cystoscopy says the cancer is back. I am not returning if I have cancer again. The nurse says OK. There is a 50 percent chance of no cancer being found.

     A friend is visiting for two days. She brings her own food and books. We watch the first episode of PLURIBUS on Apple plus. The second time for me.  An intense exciting series. When I can’t sleep last night I got up, turn on my light and read the latest New Yorker for an hour. Does our corrupt president need his ears cleaned so he can hear the screams of outrage in our communities?

 

Wednesday, September 30, 2026 

     Tuesday, I start swallowing an antibiotic pill twice a day, morning and night.  Big white pills.   5 days and then I am done. Each time I look at the pill and wonder if it will really go down my throat. So far, so good. Goodbye UTI

     My roommate is taking care of a friend just out of the hospital, for a couple of days. The house is quiet.  The black cat sneaks into the house looking for her.  I yell at the cat and wave my arms, and he leaves quickly. The cat lives someplace else but comes daily for treats. I don’t want cats in the house because of allergic relatives, and my fear of tripping over the cat. When I am walking on the deck I see the cat staring at me from the lower garden.

     I drive my roommate to the airport in the late afternoon.  I slowly take back roads to avoid the congested traffic on the freeway. The airport area is torn apart with construction work.

     I watch an episode of a British murder mystery, MARBLE HALL MURDERS and then head to bed.  I am liking the novel, THE WEDDING PEOPLE by Alison Espach. The tide is finally turning against the corrupt president as he unsuccessfully tries to start some new narratives.

 

Tuesday, September 29, 2026 

     I hear the owls hooting in the dark. Distant sounds. And then the heavy, loud commercial airplanes beginning their daily run to distant cities.  Finally, the lumbering garbage truck are tackling the brown bins filled with garbage.  Time to get up and start the day. Dogs start barking.

     Monday was dark and gray, clouds, gusts of wind, some warmth. In the early evening the clouds disappear and a shinning moon in the sky appears. 

     I do all my tasks, morning dishes, two sets of exercises, and pick up the mail. And of course, my usual reading and watching the news. Life is working again. This morning, I took the first pill of my five day prescription of antibiotics. No more UTI for me.

     In the evening, we watch another episode of LANTERNS, such a strange series based on some old Green Lantern comic books. I start reading another book THE WEDDING PEOPLE by Alison Espach. Now I have a growing stack of partially read books. The old corrupt president is losing his grip on our lives. It is about time.