The pharmacist was as good as his word and delivered the antibiotics. It was only a three day course. I feel like I’m back to square one. I’ve no idea what’s wrong with me and I don’t feel any nearer to knowing. I have a horrible feeling that this will be one more unresolved thing that I’m going to have to learn to live with. But this one is going to be a toughie as it means I can’t go too far for too long. And there’s always the threat of a major flareup. Both test results showed that I do have infections. So this morning was another trip to the pharmacist for some more medication. I said to the lady behind the counter I feel like I’ve got a season ticket for this place. She laughed.
I had a letter telling me when my next vaccination is. Wasn’t a text message this time where I have to phone up and make my appointment. This was quite categorical. This is your day. This is your time. Be there. And the letter was quite intimidating because they say if you don’t make your appointment they’re not getting any more supplies of the Pfizer vaccine for the foreseeable future so you won’t get your course finished. Naturally it is my intention to attend. Just hope I’m well enough. Otherwise I’m screwed I guess.
I’m still in possession of much scepticism about the vaccinations. What I read in the news this morning kind of reinforces that intuition.
‘ Seychelles, which has fully vaccinated more of its population against Covid-19 than any other country, has closed schools and canceled sporting activities for two weeks as infections surge.
The measures, which include bans on the intermingling of households and the early closure of bars, come even as the country has fully vaccinated more than 60% of its adult population with two doses of coronavirus vaccines. The curbs are similar to those last imposed at the end of 2020.
“Despite of all the exceptional efforts we are making, the Covid-19 situation in our country is critical right now with many daily cases reported last week,” Peggy Vidot, the nation’s health minister, said at a press conference Monday.’
Hmmm. And as our country moves closer to allowing international travel and talks about ending the need for social distancing I am very afraid that we might be heading for another surge. Only this time I don’t believe the government will impose another lockdown and we are going to be in a bit of a mess. But remember I am a catastrophiser, I am a pessimist and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it.
To lighten the mood I am happy to show you the yarn bomb lady’s latest offering.
Topical. The cars race along this road. I took my digital camera with me this morning. I made Sue, my walking friend, laugh the other day. Because I said there was always a frisson of anticipation at the thought of there being a new yarn bomb. Then I added, or maybe I need to get out more!
My poor phone is so overloaded that it just won’t take photos anymore. I’m going to have to do something about it. Because if anybody sends me a photo or a picture it takes me ages to actually get to it because the phone is so choked up and I have to try and delete something to look at the new thing. It’s actually driving me round the bend! But having that camera with me this morning meant I could take some more pictures. And I took the peacock oak in all its budding glory.
Something I’m delighted about. At the end of last season upon the cliffs both Sue and I were collecting seedpods and seedheads of some of the plants we found attractive. There was one plant that I called the coronavirus plant because it had these red spiky spherical flowers that reminded me of the pictures they show of what coronavirus looks like. I did ask one of the groundspeople what it was actually called and it is a castor oil plant. I saved some of the seedheads and let them dry out. And I tried planting some. The seeds resemble runner bean seeds. They’re actually quite beautiful. And one is germinating! I feel very excited.
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