The weather - it's tipping it down, has been on and off all morning, the antibiotics for an inner ear infection are kicking in, I'm not volunteering today, and I am most of next week, so I'd like to be able to do something entertaining, but it's too wet and miserable.
I have survived almost 70 years without it giving me the least problem, but yesterday it suddenly began to hurt all across from hipbone to hipbone for no apparent reason.
It wouldn't be so important, but at lunchtime our very first real-life guest for a long time arrives for a week (the lady with whom we have been having Zoom dinners) so I really, really don't want to be a wet blanket
Sorry to hear that, @The Intrepid Mrs S. Could it be a consequence of prolonged bending at a certain angle while vacuuming and making up beds? That's what makes my back hurt across there. A hot bath and repeated gentle leaning backwards at waist level might help.
LC,with due respect you aren’t telling me anything I didn’t learn at med school back in the 1970s. I have hardly suggested a paracetamol/ alcohol overdose and am sure that Mrs S and anyone else reading this understands this perfectly and does not interpret my suggestion as medical advice.
@The Intrepid Mrs S - I know we're not supposed to give medical advice, and IANAD, but it might be worth consulting an osteopath.
...and it might not. Their knowledge and skills are varied. If you really must go to one, make sure you have good recommendations from people you trust. (Biased from one bad experience). The one thing that worked for me was swimming, but I'm well aware that it doesn't work for everyone.
I accept the caveat - I was first referred to an osteopath by my GP, and when I subsequently needed treatment for another issue, I went straight to the practice I'd been to before, having found them satisfactory.
Thank you all - osteopaths have saved Mr S's sanity (and some business trips, when he was working!) but mine is clearing gradually, with the assistance of moderate pain relief and GIN.
ION the visit is going swimmingly, even if I haven't been in the pool!
Thank you all - osteopaths have saved Mr S's sanity (and some business trips, when he was working!) but mine is clearing gradually [...] [Italics mine]
TICTH whoever at the specialty pharmacy that handles my chemo drugs who had them send my next shipment to me personally instead of my doctor. This isn't supposed to happen! I had to cancel plans I had for today to be here waiting, I need to arrange some way to get them to the doctors, this is just insane!
Also CTH that horrible grass that gets in the borders, twitch my granny called it.
I'm totally with you there. It was, inadvertently I'm sure, brought out to NZ by early settlers here and is a constant problem. I have seen a photo of a root of twitch growing through a potato. If you leave the slightest bit behind when you're weeding it sprouts into a full grown plant very quickly.
TICTH the force of gravity, which caused my walking-stick (badly placed, I admit) to fall over the side of the Ark, and into the mud of the river-bed.
Of course, there was no-one within sight to whom I could appeal for succour, so I had to go ashore, climb down onto the mud, aided by a strategically placed ladder, and retrieve the muddy walking-stick with my picky-up-thingy. My legs did not enjoy the effort at all at all, and some sweary words were indulged in, for which I hope I may be forgiven.
I am sorry to say that BEER had to be drunk to help me recover from the ordeal.
a sink with a 'sweet spot' so that when you aim the tap at that point it swooshes the entire sink clean;
I don't suppose you could invent the sink so that it is large enough to fit the grill pan in when you want to wash the thing up? Or, failing that, so it has a neck where you can hold the grill pan level to put soapy water in it?
a sink with a 'sweet spot' so that when you aim the tap at that point it swooshes the entire sink clean;
I don't suppose you could invent the sink so that it is large enough to fit the grill pan in when you want to wash the thing up? Or, failing that, so it has a neck where you can hold the grill pan level to put soapy water in it?
My sink is narrow enough to allow the grill pan to rest (just) on the edges, so that water can be gently run into the pan whilst it is balancing...
Some care is needed to then remove the pan, without spilling the water, in order to add Wosh Ing Up Likwid. It is then left to soak clean for a while, before spilling the contents onto the floor tipping the contents into the sink.
Whoever it was decided not to show all the walk in vaccine places on the same page of the same web site, so I have been thinking we have to go to a new place, when the original one is still active.
My washing machine (previous pages passim, to misquote Private Eye) was finally fixed 2 days ago. We had a 7:30 call, and it took about 2 hours to get a fully functioning machine. However I would like to CTH the engineer who fitted the replacement PCB. If they had done their job properly I wouldn't have spent 6 weeks only able to use the express cycle. Turns out he had wired it up wrong so the water valves were only working for the main wash powder section of the drawer, and not the prewash or conditioner slots!
I concur. I don’t know what it was that was swarming at the top of the local Big Hill this afternoon, but they certainly didn't encourage us to stop and enjoy the view. They were fairly small and black and the air was truly speckled with them. Made it almost pleasant to get down to the normal hordes of flies in the woods further down the slope.
August here has been a bit short on hot'n'humid, so that explains why there hasn't been the usual exodus of flying ants, but we have hordes of wingless ones all over the garden, and particularly in the plant pots this year.
The little beggars have used up all the organic matter in the pots, leaving the plants sitting in what is virtually pure sand. I'm having to water one invaded tub of tomato plants on a daily basis, as the water just runs straight out of the bottom of the pots, along with more of the remaining 'soil'.
In the flower beds they build up hillocks of fine soil over plants that are directly in the ground and smother them.
GQT panellists will keep telling us that ants do no harm to plants, but I beg to differ.
I vividly remember sitting in a very dull prayer meeting in a West African church one evening during the rainy season. The electricity was off so we were lit by paraffin lamps, there was no fan and the heat and humidity were stifling.
I confess that watching the ants on the floor mating and then losing their wings was what kept me awake!
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I have survived almost 70 years without it giving me the least problem, but yesterday it suddenly began to hurt all across from hipbone to hipbone for no apparent reason.
It wouldn't be so important, but at lunchtime our very first real-life guest for a long time arrives for a week (the lady with whom we have been having Zoom dinners) so I really, really don't want to be a wet blanket
Why not? The liver’s function is to metabolise drugs and alcohol among other things….
My Dad died of liver failure. It was not at all a pretty way to go.
...and it might not. Their knowledge and skills are varied. If you really must go to one, make sure you have good recommendations from people you trust. (Biased from one bad experience). The one thing that worked for me was swimming, but I'm well aware that it doesn't work for everyone.
ION the visit is going swimmingly, even if I haven't been in the pool!
Oh dear. Black floppy bible and homophobia?
Whatever has EthneAlbaTown done to deserve such a fate?
(KJV Bible, of course...)
Just a disembodied voice.
Was about to go offer cakes and tea / coffee or have a chat but….. they went!
Also CTH that horrible grass that gets in the borders, twitch my granny called it.
How very odd. Whatever did the owner of the voice think he was going to achieve?
I'm totally with you there. It was, inadvertently I'm sure, brought out to NZ by early settlers here and is a constant problem. I have seen a photo of a root of twitch growing through a potato. If you leave the slightest bit behind when you're weeding it sprouts into a full grown plant very quickly.
Of course, there was no-one within sight to whom I could appeal for succour, so I had to go ashore, climb down onto the mud, aided by a strategically placed ladder, and retrieve the muddy walking-stick with my picky-up-thingy. My legs did not enjoy the effort at all at all, and some sweary words were indulged in, for which I hope I may be forgiven.
I am sorry to say that BEER had to be drunk to help me recover from the ordeal.
1) a sink with a 'sweet spot' so that when you aim the tap at that point it swooshes the entire sink clean;
2) toothpaste with white bits in which are adsorbed on to the (darkening) enamel of some people's teeth (i.e. mine!)
3) something else which I keep forgetting, probably some type of aide-memoire (!)
My sink is narrow enough to allow the grill pan to rest (just) on the edges, so that water can be gently run into the pan whilst it is balancing...
Some care is needed to then remove the pan, without spilling the water, in order to add Wosh Ing Up Likwid. It is then left to soak clean for a while, before spilling the contents onto the floor tipping the contents into the sink.
In New Zealand, aren't they on the ceiling already?
I'll see meself out.
And yes, I could also CTH my scales - especially as I'm due a medication check any time now!
Fleas definitely have. 🙀🐈
The little beggars have used up all the organic matter in the pots, leaving the plants sitting in what is virtually pure sand. I'm having to water one invaded tub of tomato plants on a daily basis, as the water just runs straight out of the bottom of the pots, along with more of the remaining 'soil'.
In the flower beds they build up hillocks of fine soil over plants that are directly in the ground and smother them.
GQT panellists will keep telling us that ants do no harm to plants, but I beg to differ.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empire_of_the_Ants
I confess that watching the ants on the floor mating and then losing their wings was what kept me awake!
I hope they weren't too loud in their passionate embrace!