Best Laid Plans

It has been freezing and absolutely pouring rain all this week.  I’ve only been out to take in the wheely bins.  Have had a postal vote since covid times, so didn’t even have to go to a polling station. 

However, having hit the tidying up wall, literally, and weather not permitting walking anywhere, I had intended to go to the flix on Thursday, to see Kevin Costner’s new western. 

‘Dancing with Wolves’ was brilliant, a big screen vista of a movie, much like ‘Out of Africa’, nothing like the same thrilling experience watching them on small screens. So, it’s a must to see ‘Horizon’ on the big screen too. 

During the studio tidy-up, I stubbed my big toe.  I didn’t think much about it, after the hopping-expletives dance we all do in such situations.  Thursday morning, I could hardly put my foot flat on the floor.  Googling ‘how to tell if a toe is broken’, initial steps (painful as they are), put some frozen peas on it, elevate it, seek medical help if it changes colour or a fever develops. 

I didn’t have frozen peas or a broken toe, but spent the day resting with the foot elevated.  It was the right thing to do, the toe was much better Friday morning, except I woke up with what I thought was shingles.

Couldn’t get through to NHS, nor the GP surgery, so called the pharmacist who saw me and confirmed, shingles.  It’s caught early, and medication has been prescribed.  Apparently, there’s a lot of it about. 

Wild west will have to wait, and I’m afraid so will journalling for a few weeks.  Am fine, but a real rest and recuperation is what the pharmacist ordered, and I am complying.

Hope to journal again later in the month, August at latest.