Well it’s another three days since I was writing my blog. I had given myself a free day
on Sunday to get on with it. Of course my plans often manage to change. I had four visitors, who by the time they left had worn me out. Enough to say I’m going to the tourist agent to see about getting away for some time, on my own. Don’t get me wrong, I love visitors, ‘But love some more than others.’
This is where I was when I was interrupted. I’m afraid as you read it you will realise I haven’t done a lot this past couple of weeks. As usual I’m apologising for being late with my blog.
I have a genuine excuse this time as I have had a virus. It seems that an awful lot of people have had it from what I can gather. It has lasted two weeks and been dreadful. I also had a visit to the Endoscopy department a couple of weeks ago.
I’m telling you all this because of how things went!
So, I had this virus start on the Tuesday the day before. I started to talk like Larry the lamb. If you are old enough you will know who I mean. If not my voice sounded like a lamb bleating. I thought I had better phone the hospital as I know you shouldn’t take what I thought was a cold in. To my
surprise the lady who answered me also sounded like Larry the lamb. I explained; she told me to come in and let the nurse who would talk to me to decide what to do. I went; the nurse and doc decided as practically everyone in the hos had, had the same thing, I could stay. I did stay as I wanted it to be over and done with. Decided not have anaesthetic, ‘big mistake!’ realised I’m not as brave as I used to be. Everything was fine, but I think it made my throat problem worse. As they tell you not to go to the docs with a cold, I decided to beaver on. ‘I know I told you this the last time that I went to get some Beecham’s flue and cold powders, and whiskey.’ Enjoyed the whiskey, but it didn’t help.
Finally had to go to try to see doc, which is a mammoth task since our practice has changed its way of working. ‘Too complicated to try to explain it.’ Finally having lost my patience, I settled for a doc who I didn’t really know, but who is one of the only original doctors there now. I hope any of you who are around my age don’t have trouble getting an appointment. It so knocked my confidence, I’m a pretty strong woman and hate having to lose my cool to get my voice heard.
To cut a long story short the doctor was very helpful, he decided I needed antibiotics. I can’t take Penicillin, so he looked up what I had last taken and gave me a prescription.
I then went to pick it up from the chemist, who came out to say I must be careful taking this as it could cause acid. I thought he looked at me enquiringly, he was a young man just filling in for the chemist who was off! I took my tablets home, only eight in pack, it said take two as prescribed, then one each day. I followed it for a couple of days, as I felt too ill to care what it was as long as it worked. As it was a different prescription to usual, a couple of days later I decided to
read leaflet, it was miles long. As I read it I realised it was the treatment that I had when I brought an unwelcome guest back from Malta. Some of you might remember, I had a dead tic in my back. When I read the list I understood why the young chemist looked at me so strangely. Acne was the first thing. OK, then it went downhill. Next it was, Sexually transmitted diseases, Syphilis, Louse and
tick-borne fever, Malaria, Leptospirosis, Scrub typhus etc.
All I went to the doctors with, was a sore throat and sinuses! Back to see the chemist tomorrow, if only to clear my name. I did see him again, and explained. He said, 'They are fine Lilian,' I said, 'How do you know I'm called Lilian?' He said, 'Sorry, I'm good with names, I just couldn't remember your last name. 'Hmmm.' Glad I let him know it was my sinuses, as I know some of us older people are alledgedly not behaving quite as we should. I had my teenage adventures in my forties and loved it. So admire anyone who is fancy free at any age enjoying life. 'Good on em.' As we say in the North West.
On to other things if you haven’t given up reading it yet.
I bought a light mower this week so that I can mow my lawn, if I have to. It needs taking care of, but luckily I have several friends. ‘Even the ones I’ve just complained about.’ Luckily most of them aren’t computer savvy, otherwise I wouldn’t have moan about them on here.:-)) Anyway, as I paid the young lady at Argos, something costing £29 flashed up on the till, it was an offer of insurance. The young lady said, ‘Are you interested in this insurance?’ I said, ‘It’s covered for two years warranty isn’t it?’ Then said, ‘No thanks.’ She then started to tell me how it would cover several years. I still refused, as I explained to her, my warranty might run out before that.
Not being a football fan it has been difficult to watch much on my television. Cooking, gardening, looking at houses I will never be able to afford. Also I haven’t been able to do much that’s interesting this past couple of weeks and I hate cooking. ‘As I’ve probably already said.’ I would rather dust my cooker than cook on it. Don’t really enjoy gardening, even though I’m a florist. Love a nice garden though! So right now I have been finding out a lot about our planet. It’s a fact there is more sex on the nature programme’s than in most of the movies.
I heard several sarcastic remarks about David Beckham in the Jungle. I watched it and really enjoyed the programme, and think he is a nice young man and the sarcasm about the way he speaks is old news now. It’s obvious he has had speech training and it has worked. It’s just comes across as sour grapes from cheap comedians, and we all know about them in Barrow.
I have also watched quite a few of the CNIS series again; I have seen quite a few of them before when I was in the USA. It all takes place around the area I lived in when I was over there, so it’s interesting to me. Also there are some very good looking people in the cast which helps.
I have almost worn my flicker out going from one channel to another.
I found, America’s Got Talent, and there was a young man in the wings saying how he had left home and just wanted to make his parents proud of him. He was very ordinary, it was obvious that the judges weren’t expecting too much. They asked him what he wanted to do, he said sing. Then they asked him if he had family in the audience. He told them in a quiet calm voice he had been
thrown out on his eighteenth birthday because he was gay. Even the judges seemed shocked, they told him to sing. He started singing and I was no more; the audience gave him a standing ovation. I couldn’t stop myself from crying, he had a wonderful, sweet, powerful voice. It was so obvious he was a nice guy. My nose was even redder than before and that was when my four friends walked in. I of course let them think it was my cold as it seemed really silly to get upset for someone you don’t know.
I put telly or radio on all day as I like noise, as most of my friends would tell you. I can can write and listen at the same time.
I missed a great history of our town day, at our lovely Town Hall last week, I like to support my own as I guess most of you will know. It was so disappointing, as a lady pulled me up on the bus to tell me that they had been showing my book there. I should have read my book at the local libraries, this last few weeks also. Still, I had a nice compliment on Tuesday, I met a friend who has read both books through the library. She said she enjoyed reading them, and felt she needed to buy two to keep for her family.
I am finally better and raring to go. Up at six o-clock this morning to finish this and once again it is a beautiful day. So I’m off to Ulverston to go out to lunch with my 93 years old friend. She gives me hope, because she is as bright and intelligent as she ever was. I just hope I can stay half as bright as she is as I 'hopefully,' get older
I will say bye and hope I haven’t been to boring. I also hope you are all enjoying this beautiful sunshine.
Take care all, and be happy. : - )))