More dreamy and fishy stuff – also a spot of nightmare …

I had intended to put this picture on my ‘Dreamy‘ previous post, but I can do it now because there were other fishy developments.  On the 8^th I became a species of seabream – and one on endangered lists.  Yes, seventy-four.  This, after a day when one fin was out of action.  I have been given an underwater camera by the family.  Very kind; just what a seabream needs … or is it a hint that I should go and drown myself and take pictures while doing so?  Hmmm.

Due to lots of hammering, twisting screwdrivers, hacking at shrubbery, chainsawing, and generally over-exerting my arm, I have had a painful ‘tennis elbow’ for some weeks.  Finally, I decided to get a jab to sort it out, and have a full medical while I was at it.  Just to ensure that I would not leave anything out, I made a repair list.  A Really Awful one, of course:

SICK NOTE 

To save some chat, considered that
All symptoms I should list
Like, I can’t eat too much that’s sweet –
Calf night-time cramps exist. 

My passage, rear, bit blocked I fear –
At times some red will show;
Leg has lump which, inclined to itch,
Is something you should know. 

On face a blob, unsightly (sob!),
Is hanging by a thread –
That I would like it on its bike
Can taken, be, as read!

In tennis game I have no fame,
But elbow will insist
That I must play it every day
To get such painful twist. 

Then, throat and chest are not the best,
So we will have to see:
Asthma the pest, or, as you guessed,
Perhaps COPD? 

Our family doctor (we share a great great grandfather, which makes him even more of a one) was mildly amused at this, and said blobs probs could be sorted with lazer and stuff, before getting down to doing checkup things.  None of my terra went incognito.

Then the elbow got attention.

The jab was excruciating.  What followed, after a brief period of relief, was worse.  Soon, I couldn’t even use the fingers of my right hand to type, and there was no comfortable way to hold the arm.  I slept with it propped on a pillow.

The next day I returned to the doctor/cousin, who looked unmoved at my swollen fingers and pained expression.  ‘Bit of a reaction.  It’ll soon wear off, and then you’ll be fine,’ he announced confidently.

I have to admit that it is now improving to the extent that it is back to where it was before I had the jab.  I hope it goes a lot beyond that – I deserve a good result after that amount of discomfort!  To say that it was truly ouchy is like saying Everest is quite a high hill.

There is much dashing about trying to organise the facelift of the new property.  With all the walls being knocked down toward Younger Daughter’s ideal of an Open Plan Home, it will soon be nothing more than a lot of holes attached to one another by a few bricks.

Since this picture was taken, several more walls have been reduced to rubble, the ceilings (which may look OK but weren’t) have been taken out entirely and replaced, and other things have happened I don’t even want to think about.   I shall blog them if I ever get five spare minutes again …

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