Monday Musings

I injected myself last night . It was a few days behind schedule because it’s easy to forget to stab yourself with a needle. It ranks below dieting and exercise as a way I’d like to spend my time. I’d rather eat salad.

It was mildly uncomfortable, but this morning I noticed that it had bled overnight. Not much, just enough to make Julia recoil in horror at my blood-flecked night attire. That’s what happens when you have injections to take and pills that stop your blood coagulating. As I’ve said before, several of the pills I take are to stop the other pills doing me any harm. It’s not a sustainable way of going on, and I promise you I never set out to do this to myself.

Add that to the fact my right leg, after being held at a moderately uncomfortable angle last night, felt like the knee had been stuffed with gravel, and it wasn’t a great morning.

Then we had emails . . .

Stamps, stamps, stamps…

An Australian wants us to send him a parcel (value about £140) listed as a present with no value on the customs form. He also wants us to send it without insurance or the need for a signature so he can keep his costs down. I sympathise, but on the other hand, there are so many things that could go wrong with that arrangement that we really can’t do it.

Another Australian gave us a lecture on parcelling up his order and keeping costs down. It’s always tempting to write and thank them, point out that we have a feedback of over 10,000 (done the hard way) so it’s possible we know about packaging, and ask if they have any helpful tips on sucking eggs as my grandmother is finding it tricky.

But I don’t. I have the good name of the shop to consider.

Yes, I know you are wondering what could be hard about sitting in a shop sending parcels. The easy way to get to 10,000 feedback is to sell mass-produced items from a wholesaler, which fit neatly into a padded envelope. Compared to laboriously listing individual items with a variety of packaging needs, that is the easy way. I packed eight parcels this morning, using four different sizes of envelope, three different postage methods and six different postage rates. It’s not as hard as some jobs I’ve done and I’ve never fallen off a ladder or given myself an electric shock whilst doing it (unlike my previous lives in farming and gardening) but it has its moments.

Magical Worlds Stamps

11 thoughts on “Monday Musings

  1. Clare Pooley

    I always enjoy reading your simmering sarcasm.
    I usually stick a plaster on the place where I inject myself. Unlike ordinary syringes which usually cause little damage the Metoject pens leave me looking as though I’ve had a knife fight with someone. I can’t talk about my weekly injections with most people because they grimace and shout ‘Don’t talk about it! I couldn’t do that to myself’. I don’t do it for pleasure.

    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      Mine are for adalimumab and are in addition to the methotrexate – it looks like they punish all arthritic people with the same pain-filled syringe. The difference between the two is that I can pronounce methotrexate. 🙂

      I should have thought about a plaster as they always stick one on after blood testing.

    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      No, we are still able to use the commemoratives and Christmas stamps, it is just the definitives which have gone out of use (the small ones with either the Queen’s head or the various regional designs.

  2. Laurie Graves

    Too bad the whiners couldn’t do your job for a week. That would shut them up, I bet. (I feel the same way about people who criticize teachers. Go ahead. Take over for a week. Let’s see how you do.)

    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      🙂 After my experiences on the farm I have some controversial views on teachers . . .
      I would cull a third, retrain a third and double the pay of the remainder.


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