I woke at four o’clock feeling a little more
with-it than I was when I went to bed last night. I still felt rather “bleaugh”, and wondered if
washing the gunge out of my sinuses might chirp me up. Part of the
post-operative recovery is saline sinal douches over the next few (sixteen) weeks. I made up some salt
solution, stood over the bathroom sink, and (using the
syringe they’d given me) I squirted a load of salt
water into my conk.
It went up, I squirted more. There was a most odd
taste of salt around my right eye, and within a few seconds the sink looked
like a scene from that classic move “The Texas Chain Saw
Massacre”.
Whilst all that gunge needed to come out, I can’t
say that the process has chirped me up in any way, and I went back to bed
feeling considerably more “bleaugh” than when I’d got up.
I then spent five minutes wrestling with Treacle
trying to get some of the duvet. I’ve often heard people say that their dogs
know when they are ill. My dogs may well know that I’m not feeling at all
right, but Treacle is certainly making no concessions over the matter.
I dozed fitfully before finally getting up just
after seven o’clock. Over brekkie I took my newly-prescribed tablets. Another
week of steroids (I’d rather not) and antibiotics. The antibiotics had a stern warning that the dose
must be taken evenly throughout the day; the dose being one tablet a day (!)
Yesterday when in hospital I’d had a thought about
my new Wherigo project – are the picture puzzles going to be visible on a phone
screen? Are they going to be too big? I programmed in a quick dummy zone (only took an hour), put my new
bootlaces into my boots, and walked the dogs out round the co-op field to test
it.
The testing went well; the walk could have gone better.
Feeling under the weather I didn’t want to be mixing with all the normal people
this morning so I thought we’d avoid them if we stuck to the co-op field. It
was a shame that OrangeHead had to come through as Fudge always wants to walk
off with her and has to be dragged back in his lead. And then five minutes
later her Chunky Little Friend came through too.
Following the success of wheri-testing, with the
walk done I spent a couple more hours programming Wherigo until it was time to
take Fudge to the vet; he had an appointment to have his blood pressure
measured. We arrived and went straight in, and Fudge had the cuff wrapped round
his tail. Eight measurements were taken over ten minutes; apparently in dogs
only the systolic measurement is noted. I had mine measured many times
yesterday and it averaged about one hundred and twenty mmHg. Fudge’s averaged
at about a hundred and fifty. The given reference range was between one hundred
and twenty and one hundred and thirty, but no concern is really expressed on
measurements below one hundred and sixty as being at the vets stresses dogs out
anyway.
We came home; Treacle was very indignant about
having been left home-alone, and told me so in no uncertain terms. Over a spot
of lunch I watched the last episode of “Nightflyers”; a series which started badly and got progressively worse as it went
on.
I then took shirts out of the washing machine and
ironed them as I started watching “Pride and Prejudice” on Netflix… but that can be our little secret. The instructions I had
when leaving hospital yesterday specifically said that I was not to use a
washing machine for twenty-four hours after being discharged. To be honest I
was intrigued as to why I shouldn’t use a washing machine, and was determined
to find out why. Nothing went wrong (which was probably for
the best). Flushed with success at washing shirts I stuck a
load of undercrackers in to scrub.
With shirts ironed I made myself feel ill by
washing out my sinuses again, then settled down to program more Wherigo. Having
found out what a “rebus” is from Monday’s crossword puzzle, I decided to incorporate rebuses (rebi?) into the project. Having done so,
I’ve now included a shooting gallery, another mind-teaser, and think I know the
way forward for putting in a cockney rhyming slang dictionary.
"er
indoors TM"
came home a tad earlier than expected, and we phoned "Stormageddon -
Bringer of Destruction TM" who was five today. We’d decided
against going to see him – he doesn’t need too much distraction on a school
day.
We had a rather good bit of dinner then watched a
couple of episodes of the new series of “Plebs”. I think an early night as definitely in order. As well as all the
excitement of yesterday I’m feeling a tad iffy. "er indoors TM" bought me a tub
of Quality Street as a get-well pressie and I scoffed the lot…
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