Post 344: I should have some Oramorph more often.
Eggs are the focus as Easter nears. Waistbands that have been tightened since the New Year resolutions are now sorely tempted and slackened by the chocolate bunnies and thick, crunchy eggs on offer right now.
My Darling is back to work this weekend after we having a great time using up all her holiday accrued, while holding my hand and having so much stress and strain while I lay down and took the poison up the arm.
I don’t want to go back there.
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I’ve got a health review, at work, that’s been tied over till later this week — only the second this year.
But what do I say?
Can I actually work anymore? Can I, in all fairness, stay on their books if I can’t even work a couple of hours a week?
I want to hold on to the thought of work as a part of my life that I’m not prepared to give up on. If I give up on work, I will be in limbo — between work and retirement. I’m only 61, and I’ve got six years to go.
I’ll have to think of something to say to keep them on my side.
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Today was a lie-in day with a laundry topper.
My Darling went out for washing tablets for the Bosch (other machines are available) and something for dinner — a roast, hopefully.
While we were away in Dorset, the daffs grew and started to flower, but the weeds grew with them, so I wanted to do some weeding to ease my mind. It was properly windy today, and the grey look was not very inviting, but needs must…
I opened the shed and grabbed a flexible round green container for all my hard work to be put in, and a triangular hoe with a long handle to loosen the growth in the grey shale around the back of the house.
It took a while to get used to the stiff south-easterly, and the roots I was attacking were harder to move than I thought. My frozen shoulder, with added wear, has not liked the first half-hour’s industry, and it didn’t look like I’d even started — but I persisted. I’ll stop when my Darling comes home.
What I didn’t reckon on was her meeting one of her besties in the supermarket. They had a chat and a half and caught up on this and that while I toiled in the garden.
I had just about had enough, and it was well over the hour I had set in my head for stopping, when I felt the urge to sit. So I cleared up and washed up, grabbed some rhubarb from the huge plantation tucked away in the corner of the yard — by heck they’ve grown — and topped and tailed to make sticks that will be my pudding later.
But first, let me sit.
Shortly after I sat, my Darling came back from shopping (and chatting), bursting with life — and bursting for a wee. But she seemed so uplifted after meeting her pal that I couldn’t help but be happy for them both.
I was feeling tired, but my legs ached all the way up from my ankles to my thighs. Just aches — a reminder of my weeding earlier. So I sat and drank a few teas and waited for dinner to recharge my batteries.
What I should have done immediately after coming in from the hoeing was to slug back a spoonful of the Oramorph and wait for it to take effect.
I didn’t, and had to put up with a huge fresh cream-filled scone (skon or skone? I don’t care), which was better than it looked — by which I mean it looked very filling. In fact, it was quite a light scone, and I lapped it up without any trouble.
While my Darling started to make dinner later, I switched over to the phone and started a search for our next holiday. I also had to field a few texts from the valet man for tomorrow’s big clean-up of Big Bro.
I was more successful with our car’s clean than finding a weekday break, but I will persist. There are a few places to the east (north of here), and one looks promising near King’s Lynn — or Lynn, as it’s known in West Norfolk.
We have never been to Norfolk, so a sojourn there would be nice.
Let’s hope we agree to go.
This weekend is the first full weekend of work for my Darling, and three consecutive days — Saturday to Monday — will whack her out, I’m sure.
So tomorrow I will hope to see the back of those hedge scratches down the near side of Big Bro, and a clean-up from dirty boots in the front two footwells.
Much later on…
I’m going to bed because my Darling keeps catching me nodding off in front of Inspector Grace and the team investigating another murder in Brighton.
I really should have had some Oramorph earlier to ease the pain and aches.
But then again — did I need it?
Good night, sleep tight.
