Sinusitis.
I saw the doctor today and he says yes, I have
sinusitis. So now he says he vill [sic] prescribe antibiotic, "
I am afraid you are going to have to take some antibiotic." He says that like it’s a bad thing.
The pharmacy here is closed, so he will have to send out the prescription, meaning I might not get it till Monday. He also wants to give me
Sudafed and
Flonase nasal spray but all I want is the damn antibiotic. Screw all the other stuff.
This will almost be going on for eight weeks now. It will be great to fully taste food again.
We are now waiting the doling out of commissary. Then I think we have outside Rec this morning, so I think I will go out and try out my new hat. Maybe if no one else goes out I could actually walk the whole rectangle, but probably we'll have a few idiots that play the
handball. But I need to walk off some of this stress.
No response yet from the law library. I will have to write another request. Until I read both the
Supreme Court decision and the two cases used to deny my latest appeal I cannot begin to know what to do next. Plus I need the
Jailhouse Lawyer’s Manual.
Tomorrow should the first day of my
New York Times delivery. I hope Dad got me the seven-day subscription. When I spoke to him on the phone he did not say what he ordered.
No, we do not have Saturday mail delivery, so each Monday I would presumably get Saturday, Sunday and Monday newspapers. Could be real sweet.
Well, I will go back to reading; I am still awaiting the commissary. It is a different type of rhythm in the book I am now reading. The title is "
Before I Wake" by
Eric Bowman. I do not know if I have read anything by him before. So off I go.