Dad, Hannah and I recently returned from another visit to our chronic Lyme doctor along the Mississippi River. We made the trip short in order to get home to Mom who was in sole charge of Dorothy during our trip. Still we found some small ways to vacation on the way home, including a stop to take pictures of a lock. We speculated unsatisfactorily on why the dam requires six rooms atop it.
Note: The doctor said we are going in the right direction but not as fast as any of us want. Kicking out the bad stuff and healing the extensive damage it has done continues. The most exciting new treatment I am beginning is drinking rose hip tea for vitamin C (my supplement was stopping thyroid meds from being absorbed). It tastes just like Russian compote, a hot drink made from boiling dried fruits, foraged wild flowers and tea. Happiness!
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