… horrible afternoon today. And it was going quite well at first, too.
However, the scene was well and truly set last night because, once more, with not too much food preparation needed, I whizzed through everything quite rapidly, and I was in bed by 22:00, feeling much better than I might have been.
But with having been in bed early, and with it having been a dialysis day, I shall let you lot imagine how the night went. I shan’t bore you by repeating it.
So there I was, at 02:00, tossing and turning, trying to go back to sleep for hours and being totally unsuccessful for quite some considerable time. At one stage, I was even toying seriously with the idea of leaving the bed.
Eventually, though, I must have gone off to sleep because I awoke again. And then back to sleep, to be awoken by the alarm.
It was even more of a struggle than usual to leave the bed this morning but I eventually managed to struggle into the bathroom. But by the time that I’d made it into the kitchen, I was running later than I would have liked.
First this was to make the hot lemon, ginger and honey drink, and the second thing was to take my medication.
While I was at dialysis yesterday, the doctor examined my chest and said that I ought to go back onto the antibiotics because the cough is coming back. So having some left over from last time, I took a couple.
And do you know what? About five minutes later, I began to cough and sneeze, and the streaming nose was back. You couldn’t make up a story like that.
Back in here, I had a listen to the dictaphone to find out where I’d been during the night.
No prizes for guessing to what this dream relates. But the idea of giving gifts to lovers back in the eleventh century BC is certainly a novel idea and seems to have come from out of nowhere.
As it happens, I had a couple of girlfriends who lived in Audlem, but that’s yet another story that the World is not yet ready to hear. As for the girl in the dream, though, she was a girl whom I met in Brussels who moved to Croydon and then to Swindon. We saw each other once or twice but then she decided that she wanted marriage and a family.
But it’s true – no one is usually as pleased to see me as that girl was last night during the dream.
This is another dream that relates to absolutely nothing at all.
The nurse turned up after his week away, and he was rather impatient today. I imagine that he has a lot of patients waiting for him back at his office.
After he left, I made breakfast and read some more of Mortimer Wheeler’s MAIDEN CASTLE .
We finally managed to finish pottery, and we’re now on metal objects, such as rings, brooches and weapons.
Considering that many of his critics claim that there’s no evidence to support his claim that there ever was heavy fighting at Maiden Castle, the collection of arrowheads and spearheads clustered around the entrance to the fort is impressive
But surprisingly, he identifies a brooch and some matching pottery of a type that was common in Dorset and Somerset during the period 400 BC – 250 BC and notes that a sample of an identical type of brooch and pottery was found at a vitrified fort from the same period at Dunagoil on the Isle of Bute in Scotland guarding a seaway. And Dunagoil means, in yr Hen Ogledd, “fort of the foreigners”.
So I wonder what the connection might have been.
Back in here, I revised for my Welsh and then went for the lesson. It was another lesson that passed very well due to all of the preparation that I did. And I wish that I could be able to remember it all because it gets on my nerves that I can never ever remember anything half an hour later. I really do have a memory problem.
My cleaner turned up after the lesson and shooed me into the shower where I had a good wash and a change of clothes, and I feel so much better now.
Or, at least I did, because not long after I started to choose the music for the next radio programme (and that’s becoming more and more complicated as the music becomes more and more obscure), I felt the wave of fatigue arrive.
By about 16:00 I was slumped over the desk, flat out asleep, and by about 16:45, I was in bed, fully clothed, even down to the slippers. I just couldn’t carry on.
While I was asleep, Id been off on a ramble, as I found out next morning. And no-one was more surprised than me.
Not that I’m ever likely to own an E-type or go into a bar. But running over pebbles is probably some reference to the pain that I have in my right foot.
As for my brother, you can bet that somewhere along the line, someone from my family would turn up.
It was about 19:45 when I awoke, and had it not been for the fact that the ‘phone rang at that moment, I would probably still be asleep even now. Instead, though, I headed off into the kitchen for tea. Pasta, vegan burger and ratatouille followed by fruitcake and soya dessert. And for some reason, I didn’t enjoy it as much as usual.
But right now, if the stabbing pain in my foot allows me, I’m off to bed. I’ve had some of the cough mixture that I’ve been prescribed and apparently you aren’t allowed to drive while taking it because it sends you to …
… zzzzzzzzzzz.
But before I go, seeing as we have been talking about the strange after-effects of the antibiotics this morning … "well, one of us has" – ed … it reminds me of when I once went to Prestatyn years ago.
"Come to Prestatyn" said the adverts. "It’s good for the rheumatism."
"And was it?" asked my friend.
"Absolutely" I replied. "I’d only been there a couple of hours before I caught it too".
