Gurgling sinuses

Sunday morning I woke up after another bad night and started to get ready for church and for my talk. Dee listened to me coughing for a while and declared, wisely, that I was too sick to go to church or anywhere. She ended up driving there on her own, the first time she has driven that far since she broke her foot last May, but my woman is fearless. She gave her talk and they somehow arranged around mine. I was very bummed not to speak, since it would be our last regular Sacrament meeting in the ward. The bishop decided that they will have a ward lunch for us after our meetings next week. Dee spoke about the Beatitudes, but I haven't heard her talk. Several of our GANS came to listen and wish us well: Grace and Franz (brother and sister), and Francesco, back from Milano along with his parents. They gave Dee some fresh eggs, including (huge) goose eggs from their farm, which was very thoughtful.

Francesco with his parents

The goose eggs on the ones on top

I just stayed home and rested, but it didn't seem like things were progressing. Dee came home after teaching Primary, having visited (and cried) with a bunch of friends after church, saying that Elia, our bishop's wife, suggested a doctor house-call service, Guardia Medica. We looked into it: it's not cheap, but they seem to have a good reputation. We hope that our insurance will reimburse it, but I don't care! Sorella Millet, our mission nurse, offered help and a blessing. She was going to get me to a doctor on Monday, but I decided to go ahead with the house call.

The guy showed up about an hour after we called, young and sharp. He took my vitals, asked some questions, and prescribed some antibiotics, liquid cough drops, and an antihistamine (which we already had). For 180€, if it gets me on the road to recovery a day sooner without having to leave the house (not up to that!), I am all for it. My wonderful Dee walked up the street a few blocks to the around-the-clock pharmacy, where she got the stuff, as well as some things she needed. I took the antibiotic, the antihistamine,  and some of the liquid cough drops, dissolved in water.

Soon, weird gurgling and squeaking sounds started to come out of my sinuses, just sitting there. It was very odd and would go on all evening. Never heard anything like it before. Even Dee could hear it from across the room. I took it as a good sign that something was happening, though I didn't feel any better yet. She made us a nice goose omelet for dinner, which I enjoyed -- it was good to have an appetite for the first time in a while. Anziani Millet and Thacker came by on the way to the senior missionary dinner, which we skipped for obvious reasons, and they gave me a blessing with consecrated oil. Maybe things are looking up. In the evening we calendared for our last week together in Italy. Sounds  strange to say that.