When being told that
after the operation I would have two weeks's sick leave there was no
denying I was expecting something of a skive. I had plans for
extended dog walks, and some serious telly-watching sessions. Instead
I'm now wondering if I wouldn't have been better off with just
putting up with having nasal polyps.
I suppose I slept
reasonably well last night. But I spent an hour this morning putting
off the dreaded sinal douching. On the one hand it must be doing some
good judging by the post-surgical scabbing it seems to be washing
out. On the other hand it is a truly horrible sensation and having
done the sloshing I then feel rather grim for the best part of an
hour.
I was planning on putting
off this morning's douche until after I'd walked "Furry Face
TM" but the torrential rain was showing no
signs of abating, and "Furry Face TM"
could clearly hear the rain and was showing no signs of stirring. So
I bit the bullet, sloshed out the inside of my head, had brekkie, and
worked on my latest Wheri-project for a bit until the nausea passed.
The weather dried up a
little and so I walked "Furry Face TM"
round the block. A new geocache had gone live in Great Chart, but
today that was far too far away to walk, and I didn't feel confident
driving. Someone else could have that First to Find. We walked for
ten minutes and then came home again.
Over lunch I watched a
film. "Romper
Stomper" is supposedly something of a classic film; I
thought it was just two hours of needless violence. Whilst watching,
my dog had a minor grumble; he'd noticed something in the front
garden. Geocachers!! We sprung up and caught the Looneydrews just
about to find the cache in our garden. We chatted for a bit; they
were gald to have found me. They had a trackable they wanted to pass
on to me; a dog-related one. It had daschunds on it. Not entirely
unlike "Furry Face TM".
I enjoyed chatting with
them; I do hope they didn't think me rude but I was seriously
wilting, so I made my excuses, and went back to slobbing in front of
the telly; waking an hour or so later.
I played with my latest
Wheri-project for much of the remainder of the afternoon. It's now
all but finished; a little tour round some of the now closed pubs of
South Ashford. It needs field-testing. Hopefully I can do that next
week as I recover (I certainly intend to recover!).
The plumber called; it
was time for the boiler's annual service. In years gone by I have
skimped on boiler servicing up to the point where the thing needed
immediate replacement. Now it gets an annual once-over (I should
be so lucky!)
And with "er
indoors TM" off flogging candles I spent
the evening dozing in front of the telly... This is becoming a
habit... must buck myself up.
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