I slept better without any breaks in my sleep that called for extra melatonin, but I didn’t quite sleep as long as I usually do, so I was a little tired. Still, I was able to function well enough, though.

My eyes were getting a little watery again, and I started to fear the infection was returning. If I’ve had something before, I always worry it’s going to come back. Like last night, when I spent hours feeling nauseous. There’s always that fear in the back of my mind that another norovirus is making its way in. The ginger tea I had didn’t taste the greatest, but it definitely helps with nausea.

I definitely don’t have a UTI either. I looked back in last year’s journal, and early in the year I had the same problem. I was given Ciprofloxacin and then Bactrim because my leukocytes were still up. Then I finally went to the urologist, who started me on estrogen. I then realized I had cut back too much on it yesterday. For me, it’s very hard to find that perfect balance, but since I added a little more, the burning subsided.

I’m still trying to figure out what the hell I saw when I first got up. I looked across the street, and it appeared that the Honker’s golf cart was suddenly decorated with four or five little American flags. There was also this bright orange triangle on the lower back, like someone had stuck a sign on it or something. But when I looked out again not much later, it was gone. Was I hallucinating, or did somebody decorate it and then undecorate it?

I just can’t believe how long he’s been gone. I wonder if he’s visiting someone in the US or if he had an emergency back home. Whatever it is, hopefully he won’t stay past April when he returns, quiet or not.