Pills

I’ve just been making a curry for this evening. A chicken one. We haven’t had a curry for ages. The Fox has been off them of late. I’m quite looking forward to some spice again. (We haven’t been entirely without spice. We’ve had plenty of chillies, ginger, cayenne & paprika.)

We’ve been sitting outside of late to eat. It’s one of the joys of having a beautiful garden.

Later today we shall have to go up to the surgery. When I took my last lot of pills last night I noticed I was nearly out of them. A quick check of supplies made me realise I didn’t have a spare pack. I have to go to the surgery on Friday for my next blood let to check on the excess calcium problem. If I put in my repeat prescription today, they should be ready to collect on Friday, which is also the night I run out of these pills.

These days I sometimes feel life revolves around pills. Between us we take more than a dozen different types of pills, some more than once a day. I’m very grateful we no longer have to pay for them thanks to the NHS. But I do sometimes wonder whether they are really doing us much good. Some, at least, are countering the side effects of others.

Eventually

They finally delivered the timber at 6.10pm. We’d spent all day waiting. And waiting. It’s almost impossible to relax, to settle down to anything, when you know you are going to be disturbed.

Come lunchtime the lad who’s doing the work turned up. As he was free, he thought he’d start by clearing the shed of all the old wood. He was horrified to realise just how wet the old wood was. The frog he found was gently taken into the garden to find his own new home. As the shed is so wet, he concluded it would be wise to leave the door & window open for a few days to give it a chance to dry out a bit before a new floor was installed.

He had hoped to be there when the new timber arrived but there was no sign of that.

We had been hoping to go to the golf club to find out how a friend who recently had a heart attack was doing. Last we’d heard he was still in hospital, now with pneumonia. We didn’t go to the club. We were waiting.

In the afternoon we had a go at playing dominoes in the garden. Then a couple of drops of water landed on the table. We scuttled inside but the much wanted rain never arrived. We heard thunder rolling around the skies, but only those few drops of water came.

The Fox got on with preparing the dinner. He’d just got the rice on when we heard the delivery vehicle arrive. Finally we could relax.

At least today we can feel free to do what we want when we want. It also seems a bit fresher. Yesterday was quite hot & muggy. Hopefully it will be a better day altogether.

Waiting

I’m having another day of waiting. We’re having our shed floor replaced. I’m told the wood etc. will be delivered sometime today. So I wait. The garage door is unlocked ready for them to put the goods in to keep them dry until the workmen arrive tomorrow.

Why do we need the floor replacing? Damp. When the jump was previously done the floor was put in below the damp course with the result the floor is sodden & rotting away.

When we had the double glazing done a couple of years ago, we used the old bathroom window to replace one of the rotting windows. The workman put his foot through the floor in the process.

It’s even more dangerous now. I very gingerly enter to get the cushions for our outside seating. The Fox is equally nervous when he needs to get new light bulbs, tools, etc.

The lad who’s doing most of the job was going to do it last year. However, he ended up in hospital having a couple of operations instead. Now he’s fully recovered & ready to get on with the job. We hadn’t wanted to pressure him too much when he was unwell, but we will be glad when the job is done.