Getting around to it...

I have a bit of a headache, just behind my left eye. It’s not too bad, but it won’t go away and it’s been there since last night. I don’t think it’s a headache in the general sense; I think it is mild sinusitis since my nose was badly clogged last night and though somewhat better today, the area below my eye is tender. Despite a good (and indeed longer than usual) amount of sleep last night I therefore find my eyes feeling tired and me having to wear my glasses.

I’m not quite sure why, but last night both your correspondent and Miss Furtle (newly returned from deepest Essex) collapsed into deep sleep around midnight. So deep indeed, that I couldn’t tell if her fidgety feet were actually fidgeting and she couldn’t tell me if the clogged conk was making me snore. Pizza and red wine will do that to you, I guess.

Well at long last I have booked an appointment to see the doctor. This is not related to the headache, it’s more to do with the fact that I am shortly to run out of meddies and the brutes won’t give me any more prescriptions until I have been in to see them. (I say ‘them’ as it is a group practice and you never quite know which doctor you are likely to end up with). I expect that I’ll be nagged as I was supposed to go for a blood test back in er… January, but forgot, after which it became increasingly more embarrassing to book. I have a strict policy that quacks are only allowed to stick pins and/or needles into me once in any twelve month period, unless something untoward occurs. And since at that time it was only 5 months since the last puncturing, I was not receptive to more. If I can find the bloody (!) mosquito that’s been hanging around the Athenaeum Club, I’ll take that in instead and they can wring it out and test the blood in it. The amount of bites I’ve had recently suggests that the bugger should be the size of a golf ball and unable to fly. It’s just a case of finding his hidey-hole and voilà.

Anthisan in October! What is the world coming to? All such beasties are supposed to be dead or at least so comatose that they may as well be pushing up the daisies.

Ah well. I shall be leaving relatively early this afternoon. I need to top up the key for the pre-pay electricity. It started bleeping as I came down the stairs, which was useful timing. I managed to get the £5 emergency credit in so that Miss Furtle would not have to spend the day hovering around an electricity-free Athenaeum Club. It’s not much fun this time of year when it gets dark so early. Then I shall have to remember to tap colonel_maxim for the cash in due course, since the electricity is his baby as the gas is mine.

I think I shall adjourn now, with a weary sigh, and go and investigate a cup of coffee. And maybe a smoke.

Ciao, Dudes.

Getting around to it...

I have a bit of a headache, just behind my left eye. It’s not too bad, but it won’t go away and it’s been there since last night. I don’t think it’s a headache in the general sense; I think it is mild sinusitis since my nose was badly clogged last night and though somewhat better today, the area below my eye is tender. Despite a good (and indeed longer than usual) amount of sleep last night I therefore find my eyes feeling tired and me having to wear my glasses.

I’m not quite sure why, but last night both your correspondent and Miss Furtle (newly returned from deepest Essex) collapsed into deep sleep around midnight. So deep indeed, that I couldn’t tell if her fidgety feet were actually fidgeting and she couldn’t tell me if the clogged conk was making me snore. Pizza and red wine will do that to you, I guess.

Well at long last I have booked an appointment to see the doctor. This is not related to the headache, it’s more to do with the fact that I am shortly to run out of meddies and the brutes won’t give me any more prescriptions until I have been in to see them. (I say ‘them’ as it is a group practice and you never quite know which doctor you are likely to end up with). I expect that I’ll be nagged as I was supposed to go for a blood test back in er… January, but forgot, after which it became increasingly more embarrassing to book. I have a strict policy that quacks are only allowed to stick pins and/or needles into me once in any twelve month period, unless something untoward occurs. And since at that time it was only 5 months since the last puncturing, I was not receptive to more. If I can find the bloody (!) mosquito that’s been hanging around the Athenaeum Club, I’ll take that in instead and they can wring it out and test the blood in it. The amount of bites I’ve had recently suggests that the bugger should be the size of a golf ball and unable to fly. It’s just a case of finding his hidey-hole and voilà.

Anthisan in October! What is the world coming to? All such beasties are supposed to be dead or at least so comatose that they may as well be pushing up the daisies.

Ah well. I shall be leaving relatively early this afternoon. I need to top up the key for the pre-pay electricity. It started bleeping as I came down the stairs, which was useful timing. I managed to get the £5 emergency credit in so that Miss Furtle would not have to spend the day hovering around an electricity-free Athenaeum Club. It’s not much fun this time of year when it gets dark so early. Then I shall have to remember to tap colonel_maxim for the cash in due course, since the electricity is his baby as the gas is mine.

I think I shall adjourn now, with a weary sigh, and go and investigate a cup of coffee. And maybe a smoke.

Ciao, Dudes.