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A good dose of leeches will fix that.
I'm somewhat bleh at the moment, not sure why. I did just have my Reandron shot yesterday, and it was definitely due, so perhaps a contributor. There seems to be a new rule, according to the nurse who gave it me, that a doctor has got to put eyes on you before you get the shot. So I had to wait around until Dr K was free. She eventually appeared in the doorway, saw me, said "Oh, it's him, yes, he can have it!" and disappeared again.
After I had the Reandron shot, I needed to see a barber for a haircut. New place. The place I went before decided to go with a very fancy - probably AI created - online website. It was now all "bronze" and "silver" and "platinum experience." I could honestly not find an entry for "haircut with clippers and scissors" like they had before, so I found a place that is ONLY walk-ins, just like Sami's in Bassendean. Tony the barber did a very nice job and also cheaper :-) Before me was a bloke with a magnificent white beard, so when it was my turn, I despaired of my current stubble and asked, "You think I should give up on it?" "Yeah, probably," said Tony. "You want me to get rid of it?" Two seconds later, all clean.
Being a nerd, I speculated that if this was 500 years ago, those two appointments would have been at the same place with a barber-surgeon. Haircut, and leeches in personal areas to help one get over that sickness one was suffering from. Bleeding, anyway. I read in Sam Pepys' diary in 1662 that an associate of his was suffering from an ague, with symptoms of a bad cold, and the doctor let blood to fix it. And yes, I do know I'm somewhat vague on the roles of doctors and barber-surgeons of the era. I just know they overlapped.
I got two phone calls re my mum while I was out on the bike today. The meals delivery service guy being too impatient waiting for M to get to the door, and then her community care person saying she was out of hearing aid batteries and was flapping about it [my words]. I never get any warning of this, so had put some in a separate bag as spares. They were found eventually. I can no longer trust that M will remember anything. I couldn't get directly over there as the bike was laden with potting mix and a few other gardening items that I was taking home. I've now repotted my largest devil's ivy in place, big pot next to small pot on top of bookshelf 1 like an organ donation operation, while the other end has now reached over bookcases 2 and 3. There was a surprising lack of mess and now a pot-bound plant will be much happier and able to continue its goal of total interior domination.
There's a cyclone coming down the coast towards us which may actually reach Perth, but history leads me not to believe that until I see it. If it does, it will be the first to do so in two decades. But it does herald probable heavy rains and winds, ending this run of summer. Might be time to get that wetsuit I have been considering, so I can swim through the winter!
Going for a swim would help morale, so I might try to do that tomorrow after I wrangle M to the hairdresser's. Despite efforts, M won't consider a wheelchair or a mobility scooter, so she sits on the walker and I push that. We've only got to get a short way to a lift, then an even shorter way to the room where the hairdresser sets up, but it's still somewhat awkward. And I am going to make sure I know where the bloody watch is before we start! And clear out all those dead hearing aid batteries.
After I had the Reandron shot, I needed to see a barber for a haircut. New place. The place I went before decided to go with a very fancy - probably AI created - online website. It was now all "bronze" and "silver" and "platinum experience." I could honestly not find an entry for "haircut with clippers and scissors" like they had before, so I found a place that is ONLY walk-ins, just like Sami's in Bassendean. Tony the barber did a very nice job and also cheaper :-) Before me was a bloke with a magnificent white beard, so when it was my turn, I despaired of my current stubble and asked, "You think I should give up on it?" "Yeah, probably," said Tony. "You want me to get rid of it?" Two seconds later, all clean.
Being a nerd, I speculated that if this was 500 years ago, those two appointments would have been at the same place with a barber-surgeon. Haircut, and leeches in personal areas to help one get over that sickness one was suffering from. Bleeding, anyway. I read in Sam Pepys' diary in 1662 that an associate of his was suffering from an ague, with symptoms of a bad cold, and the doctor let blood to fix it. And yes, I do know I'm somewhat vague on the roles of doctors and barber-surgeons of the era. I just know they overlapped.
I got two phone calls re my mum while I was out on the bike today. The meals delivery service guy being too impatient waiting for M to get to the door, and then her community care person saying she was out of hearing aid batteries and was flapping about it [my words]. I never get any warning of this, so had put some in a separate bag as spares. They were found eventually. I can no longer trust that M will remember anything. I couldn't get directly over there as the bike was laden with potting mix and a few other gardening items that I was taking home. I've now repotted my largest devil's ivy in place, big pot next to small pot on top of bookshelf 1 like an organ donation operation, while the other end has now reached over bookcases 2 and 3. There was a surprising lack of mess and now a pot-bound plant will be much happier and able to continue its goal of total interior domination.
There's a cyclone coming down the coast towards us which may actually reach Perth, but history leads me not to believe that until I see it. If it does, it will be the first to do so in two decades. But it does herald probable heavy rains and winds, ending this run of summer. Might be time to get that wetsuit I have been considering, so I can swim through the winter!
Going for a swim would help morale, so I might try to do that tomorrow after I wrangle M to the hairdresser's. Despite efforts, M won't consider a wheelchair or a mobility scooter, so she sits on the walker and I push that. We've only got to get a short way to a lift, then an even shorter way to the room where the hairdresser sets up, but it's still somewhat awkward. And I am going to make sure I know where the bloody watch is before we start! And clear out all those dead hearing aid batteries.