Another very foggy 24 hours... or more, actually. Much sleep, none of it any good. Karen is still about the same.

The doctor said that I was sick. Gee thanx, doc. I have plantar fascitis, he says. I knew that, too. He gave me some drugs and some advice... ice the feet down after working, stay off the feet as much as possible, buy some heel cushions.

I got set up to get a sleep apnea study, I think... the nurse was supposed to call back, but I haven't checked the machine yet.

I got some antibiotics for Karen, too. The poor gal is miserable with this stuff.

The doc listened to my chest and said that I had lots of crud in there but no consolidation... no pneumonia. He also gave me a script for an inhaler, and advised against tobacco use.

Once again, I thought I felt pretty good when I woke up, but I'm rapidly going downhill again, and I think that I'll just go with the flow... and go back to sleep.

Sleep... what I did on my week off. What a waste.