awake to a painless morning, relax, look at the light pouring into the window, over the heap of clothes deposited on the chair.
test the caught, it has lessened, test the frightening creaking in the lungs and the throat. This has almost gone away completely.
Maybe the doctor has now found the right antibiotic. Maybe it was just time.
Rest in bed, relax.
Turned off the sounds from the tablet long ago.
Relax and wait a while.
The groan of the sons alarm from the next room on the other side of the kitchen. Hear the sounds of him struggling out of bed.
The alarm's sound changes it's tone, then is silent.
It is good to feel better again.
Time to enjoy the holidays.
Get up, take a shower.
And then return to the bedroom, gather up the clothing.
Take a seat in the window, put some water from a bottle into a glass, drop in an effervescent tablet and watch it dissolve. An decongestant, so it says on the package. Doctor's orders.
And when it has finished dissolving, use the liquid to wash down one of those big wide antibiotic pills. It belongs to the penicillin group, so the leaflet explained.
In the hope of further improvement, swallow it down. Doctor's orders.
Then up, to the kitchen. Turn on the coffee machine, let it warm up. Meanwhile, two slices of toast, and some tomato and cheese, and a bit of onion. A spicy breakfast.
Fill the coffee maker with ground coffee, press the button.
Balance the cup and the sandwich on a wooden board, and with the computer in the other hand, carry the whole lot to the table in the living room.
Read the news, eat the sandwich, drink coffee.
A nice start to the day.
Today is the day to go to the dentist.
for a check on the condition of the teeth.
At eight thirty.
There is the sound of a circular saw outside.
It is seven thirty, the building workers on one of the houses have started their operations.
The son gets up, all teenager sleepy, good morning. He is on his Whitsun break from school.
Time to make another cup, and then to brush the teeth, and then to wander across the streets and squares to the dentist's surgery.
test the caught, it has lessened, test the frightening creaking in the lungs and the throat. This has almost gone away completely.
Maybe the doctor has now found the right antibiotic. Maybe it was just time.
Rest in bed, relax.
Turned off the sounds from the tablet long ago.
Relax and wait a while.
The groan of the sons alarm from the next room on the other side of the kitchen. Hear the sounds of him struggling out of bed.
The alarm's sound changes it's tone, then is silent.
It is good to feel better again.
Time to enjoy the holidays.
Get up, take a shower.
And then return to the bedroom, gather up the clothing.
Take a seat in the window, put some water from a bottle into a glass, drop in an effervescent tablet and watch it dissolve. An decongestant, so it says on the package. Doctor's orders.
And when it has finished dissolving, use the liquid to wash down one of those big wide antibiotic pills. It belongs to the penicillin group, so the leaflet explained.
In the hope of further improvement, swallow it down. Doctor's orders.
Then up, to the kitchen. Turn on the coffee machine, let it warm up. Meanwhile, two slices of toast, and some tomato and cheese, and a bit of onion. A spicy breakfast.
Fill the coffee maker with ground coffee, press the button.
Balance the cup and the sandwich on a wooden board, and with the computer in the other hand, carry the whole lot to the table in the living room.
Read the news, eat the sandwich, drink coffee.
A nice start to the day.
Today is the day to go to the dentist.
for a check on the condition of the teeth.
At eight thirty.
There is the sound of a circular saw outside.
It is seven thirty, the building workers on one of the houses have started their operations.
The son gets up, all teenager sleepy, good morning. He is on his Whitsun break from school.
Time to make another cup, and then to brush the teeth, and then to wander across the streets and squares to the dentist's surgery.
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