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An Internal Struggle

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Really, I should have something like scrambled egg whites for lunch – carb free. nutritious and healthy. In addition, they aren’t the sort of thing that would have you queuing up for more.

In reality, I find myself thinking of bacon sandwiches, beans on toast, scrambled eggs on toast, and Welsh Rarebit. I really need to limit my bread consumption, but quick snacks always seem to feature it. Apart from the carbs, it’s also got quite  lot of salt in it, which is not good for blood pressure.

I’m seriously considering one of those weight loss systems where you just eat two meals a day. It would save time in the middle of the day and reduce my reliance on bread-based snacks.

Perhaps soup is the answer, as long as I can break the habit of eating bread with it. I have a variety of vegetables that are in the final stage of their life cycle (the one that hovers between usable and compostable) and that is natural soup territory.

There is still time to think about that.

Smoked Mackerel Pate on Toast

Meanwhile, I have just remembered that I need to  inject myself with the anti-arthritis drug with the long name. Even medical professionals have trouble with it. It would be much easier to have drugs with simpler names, as they would be easier to remember. When I go to hospital I always have to make a list as I can’t remember my medication properly. Sometimes I resort to taking the fronts of pill packets because the words are so long.

Now I have to go. I’d better give myself the injection before I drift off and do something else, as I should have done it yesterday, but forgot.

Then, after a challenge by Derrick Knight, I have a 42 word post to write on the meaning of life. I’m going to do it as a poem.

Toast and jam. Or salt and sugar, depending on your point of view.

Monday Musings

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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

A Quiet Day

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I went to Hospital this morning, back to the Treatment Centre. It went better than the last visit, as I was given treatment and was allowed to keep my trousers on.

The treatment consisted of injecting steroids into my troublesome knuckle. I wish I hadn’t bothered reading the article myself, as I hadn’t realised all the potential problems. I naively thought that the worst thing about the injection was that someone had to ram a needle into the space between two finger bones.

It seems that I was wrong. There is a list of possible side effects, including infection, bleeding and the risk of tendon rupture. It is for that last reason I was advised not to perform strenuous activity for the rest of the day. I’m not clear what strenuous activity I might have to carry out with my little finger, but I avoided it anyway and drank my tea without crooking my little finger.

I will try to remember to take a picture of my heavily bandaged finger later. If there is ever a competition for the most out of proportion dressing I may be in with a chance.

That’s really all I’ve done today. Get ready for the hospital, go to hospital, avoid strenuous effort.

I’ve had worse days.

 

A Day of Dullness

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My cold has nearly gone.

As if to compensate, I have a bad finger again. It crept up on me during the night and when I woke at 5.30 this morning it was throbbing away.

It’s annoying, as it gets in the way when doing things like counting coins or writing, and can be surprisingly painful. It was bad over Christmas, as you may have read, but at least I knew what caused it then.

If it’s going to come back every six weeks I may have to go back to the doctor for an injection in the joint. I’m shuddering mentally at the thought. It worked well last time I had one, but it wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences.

Looking on the bright side, the weather should be warming up soon and warmer weather is always better for aches and pains.

I’ve now run out of things to say.

Hopefully the week will become more interesting tomorrow…