The yarn bomb lady has been at it again. This time it’s for Saint Georges day. I’m wondering if she has them planned or whether she does them really quickly. She can’t have had the Duke of Edinburgh planned as she didn’t know he was going to die. Or maybe she hedged her bets that at 99 perhaps he couldn’t  go on much longer.

Not a good week. I finished the antibiotics for the tonsillitis. And a few days later my bladder flares up again. More blood. Not as much as last time. But the doctor said if there was any more blood I should get in touch. So I did. Another urine sample to the surgery and another swab test. I expressed a concern for the amount of antibiotics I’ve had in the last six months which the doctor agreed about. However later in the day I got a text from them saying I have an infection and I need to go to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. I go to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. But the antibiotic she selected for me is not in stock. So I have to wait now until the pharmacist gets it in and he’s going to try and deliver it tomorrow if it comes in in time. Otherwise it will be another trip up there. Not only do I have a season ticket for the doctors and nurse consultations I also have a season ticket for the pharmacy. I’m sick and tired of it. I just don’t know how to get myself well. If healthy eating and plenty of exercise don’t work. Then what the hell does? On the way back from the abortive trip to the pharmacist I went into the corner shop and bought a packet of digestive biscuits. So there.

It’s a shame because the week started off quite pleasantly. My friend took me on a trip to the nursery. She wanted to get some vegetables for her grandchildren to grow. It was a very successful project last year. I jumped at the chance of a trip out. I sit in the back of the car with my mask on, she sits in the front and opens the windows so we are pretty well ventilated. I bought some Lobelia; normally mine self seed year after year but because of the snow and the cold I’ve none this year. I also bought some insurance sweet peas. Insurance? Well, I’ve grown some from seed but in case they don’t make it I’ve got these so that I’m fairly sure I will have some for the summer. 

I also had my trip to the dentist. And they tried their hardest to make it as Covid safe as they possibly could. They already phoned me as a courtesy to do a risk assessment and put my mind at rest. I arrived I suppose about a minute or two before my appointment, knocked on the door and they unlock it and let you in. Before you can go anywhere you have to put a hat on over your hair and gloves on, then you go straight up to the surgery because they’re not using the waiting rooms. The dentist was all PPE up with a Perspex visor on. He did my checkup at the same time as mending the tooth. Cost me 60 quid which I wasn’t impressed about but it’s done. I feel reasonably safe. But of course the dentist has to put his fingers in your mouth which seems to me to be really risky. He had gloves on but I’ve no idea what he might have touched. 

Not really done anything else except race around to surgeries and pharmacies. And sat about feeling sorry for myself. Downing paracetamol like they are Smarties because I have back pain and tummy pain from this infection. Drinking loads of water to to see if I can’t flush my bladder clean. At least I know from the scan that there was no cancer in the bladder. 

It certainly all takes your mind off Covid. Although having said that I did another one of my home lateral flow tests. Negative. I hope to be in a better frame of mind and a better state of health by next weeks post.