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Monday, 15 June 2020

Lock-down Day 81

Still living in this Twilight Zone. Still no end in sight.

Today is so cold, I'm having a very bad day. I took out the feather duvet last night and just placed it on top. Mippies were extremely puzzled, but tolerated this funny, fluffy layer. But, as a result, I woke up with a headache this morning. I fear my intolerance of the feathers is playing up in a big way today. I've taken an Allergex, but I still have a headache. My intestines are knotting up in this cold - thanks to its sensitivity - and I'm suffering all the consequences. Liquids and pain. My shoulders are also in agony, and the back injury is causing me the worst stress-pain I've had in years. I'm very tempted to crawl back under the duvets and just stay there ... three of my mippies are on top of it now! I'm wearing socks and my leg warmers, but my feet are cold. My nose is running marathons - I'm going to try a ginger tea again to warm up.

Not a good day.

On a positive note, I've been invited to a group who sell 'krieke gif' = cricket poison. Directly from the farmer, so you need to wash it, dry it and flavour it yourself, cut it, then roll it. The water from the wash is a natural insect poison. A little hiccup, as the order form is an image - at home, I can't exactly print & re-scan the completed form, but the friend who invited me was able to send me a completed form.

And then I decided to crawl into bed, after all. I just felt awful, and nothing seemed to help. I woke up around three in the afternoon feeling good! No headache, no shoulder ache, no pain ... just cold feet after a short while, again. First thing I did was wash the dishes!

I had some plans for a meal, but it's now so late, I'm only frying myself a steak followed by a muffin. Mini and Mewthos came inside ... with a mouse! Janey soon followed ... but no Ziva.

Quarter past eight ... no Ziva ... twenty to nine ... no Ziva ... past nine ... no Ziva ... Mewthos keeps crying for her, running around the flat, sitting at the passage door ... it's now half past nine and with a heavy heart, I've had to close the front door. It's too dangerous to leave it open. Not sure if I'll be able to sleep ...

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