I've been busy baking today. I 'don't do' baking, but my excuse is that my oven is so poor that it doesn't heat up to what I tell it to, is different temperatures in different places, and you can't predict how it will behave. This time next year will be a different story, when I have my new kitchen, but for now, I'm stuck with it. I decorated my 'Jubilee cake' for the Tottington Horticultural Society Spring Show last night. Harrison had suggested I did a street party and it sounded like a good idea. I must think a bit more before agreeing to these things in the future. I spent hours making miniature bunting then had to decide how to stick it up. I decided on cocktail sticks and my dad, @halegc, gave me some superglue. I don't think he'll do that again. Within minutes of starting glue was everywhere, and I was stuck fast to a cocktail stick. I had a job to complete though, so after setting @halegc the task of finding out a 'cure' I cut the stick so it was short and battled through. The 'cure' turned out to be nail varnish remover (I had none) or a quick trip to A&E as they keep something there for these occasions. Obviously I couldn't seek medical advice and would rather have walked round with a stick on my finger for weeks than tell a doctor in Bury what I'd done. Luckily, later on, after being soaked, it fell off.
A while ago my shoulder started hurting. I thought it was the arthritis that was diagnosed 6-7 years ago and then mysteriously disappeared making a comeback. It got worse and worse, and getting dressed each morning was a terrible struggle. Swimming in the middle of the day was also a trauma as it would take me twice as long to get changed then dressed again than it did to have the swim! I gave in this week and went to the doctors. I don't like doctors, hospitals etc so I had put it off as long as I could. A frozen shoulder was diagnosed, which I wasn't happy about. I (wrongly) thought that the cure for this was a big injection into my shoulder bone, which was one reason I was avoiding the doctors. I was prescribed some anti-inflammatory tablets to try before a decision is made about physiotherapy etc.
The tablets I have are enormous (and so they should be, the price I paid for the prescription!). I like to know everything about what I'm taking before I have them, so I trawled though the information leaflet and the British National Formulary. I wasn't too happy about the list of possible side effects and even unhappier that I didn't see the usual 'side effects are very rare but we just need to mention them in case' bit. By the time I'd read everything I was convinced that within days I would have (among other things):
A swollen neck and face (how could I tell?);
Blisters on my hands and feet;
Pus filled spots;
Alopecia;
Jaundice;
Hepatitis;
Death of part of my kidneys;
Heart failure
Insomnia;
Tinnitus;
Visual Disturbances; and my favourite bit of the leaflet
"If you think you may be having a stroke contact your doctor immediately".
I have only had 3 days worth and I can see no benefit just yet, but I still have a full head of hair, am not yellow, and my heart seems OK. Unfortunately I have a rash and am spotty. That should help clear the swimming pool when I go later though. Every cloud etc...
It must be awful to have something like this for years. I couldn't even fasten my pinny this morning! If I'm not around for a while, it could be the side effects.