I’ve just done 450 words on the evils of modern Christmas, but I thought I’d leave it until later. Christmas Eve (or Christmas Morning by the time you read this) needs a lighter touch and I don’t want to sound like a modern incarnation of Scrooge.
We closed the shop at 1.00 today, and queues at the shops were already backing up as people tried to get into the car park. One pm on Christmas Eve and you are doing your shopping? What sort of person are you? What sort of Christmas Dinner are you going to have. I missed a few items when doing my lists, but I’ll work round it rather than engage in a scrummage with a group of disease-riddled people who can’t plan.
Our day finished on a high note. I put a cheap medallion on eBay and the boss told me I was wasting my time as it was cheap, dull and wouldn’t sell. Twenty minutes later, it sold. I always like it when that happens. I have just checked, and find that two of the other items I put on have also sold – just goes to show the magic of new stock.
Meanwhile, I had a blood test yesterday. My INR ration should be 2.5. It was 1.5 at the last test. It had gone down to 1.2 by the time of this test. To compare – a normal person has a ratio of 1 to 1.1. I(n other words, the pills were doing no good at all.
I had the usual questions, but I hadn’t missed a dose or changed medication. Then she said, “It’s Christmas, the brussels sprout time of year.”. “Yes,” I replied,”and I have been eating more greens.”
I knew that green veg could counter-act the medication. I had no idea that they could wipe out the whole,benefit of it. I call it “medication”. It’s actually rat poison, but “medication” sounds better.
For blog post on the opposite problem, try this. It only seems like a few months ago that I had the opposite problem. Oh, it was only a few months ago. Warfarin is a very imprecise drug. Next blood test? Wednesday 29th December. Bang goes my ambition of wearing my new pyjamas and slipper socks and not getting dressed for a week.
Happy Christmas everyone, and many more of them. Or Happy Holiday, or just Best Wishes for the next few days, depending on what you celebrate.
Happy Christmas, sorry I’m a day late. Hope you’re having a good time 😊
No problem, not as if it’s the first day either of us will have lost in our life, is it? 🙂
Definitely not, I lost 3 hours at the party last week 😂
Oh yes, those mystery blanks which come back to haunt us . . .
People will be running past you for weeks shouting “Nice one, Charlie!” and you won’t have a clue what they are talking about. 🙂
Hmmm, that kinda happened on Christmas Day at Parkrun but I didn’t get any strange looks from the women so I think I behaved myself to a degree 😂😂😂
Another sign of age creeping up on you . . . 🙂
It would be good if medical life was less complicated and uncertain but I hope that next year will show steady improvement on all fronts with garments of choice being readily wearable.
I am quietly confident that next year will be better. To be honest, I am always quietly confident, despite experience, that next year will be better . . .
Be grateful for the high note 🙂
Yes, I will take my joy where I find it. 🙂
Merry Christmas, Quercus, to you and yours! Taking a break until the New Year. See you in 2022.
A break? Interesting thought . . . 🙂 Hope you are all having a good Christmas.
From time to time, I need a break, a time to rest and recharge.
You are a high-powered novelist. This takes more effort than throwing a few words on paper and calling it “poetry”. You need to recharge. 🙂
And Happy Christmas to you from Downunder.
Thank you. I bet you are having better weather than us. 🙂
Have a peaceful and restful holiday season, Quercus and Julia! I am in the late shopper categoty, having gone down to the feed store for a bale of straw at 3;00 PM. Both feed stores closed early today. I stuff the buckets over the field water risers with straw for insulation. I should have done it earlier, but procrastination prevailed. At least they are covered and will be OK until Monday. Some really cold weather and snow predicted here now. I dug 300 feet of trench by hand for cable this morning and afternoon (100 feet left to go), so I guess I can use that as a lame excuse. 🙂
Yes, digging 300 ft of trench is a good enough excuse. 🙂 Needing a bale of straw is excusable, but clogging up a car park in search of Xmas dinner is a different level of laye shopping. Hope you are both having a good day.
Just finished the last 100 feet of trench and have the wire laid in. Rick is making Christmas dinner. Looking forward to that!