I have been unwell, I have put my back out, and the headache at the base of my skull came on as well, in sympathy. Heat seems to relieve these afflictions a bit, so I've been maneuvering (sp?) the hot water bottle between the two areas.
On the subject of said hot water bottle. A few days ago I emptied it, but didn't make a mental note of what I did with the top I'd unscrewed. I looked for it, then assumed it would turn up, but it didn't. Finally, on rubbish collection day I had to confront the thought that in my senility I had thrown it out, so had no alternative but to empty out the rubbish and pick through it all. I hear you ask yourselves why I didn't just go and buy another - but they don't sell them here. I meant to bring a spare one back with me last time I was over there. Anyway, like the widow and her mite, I was overjoyed to find it among the rubbish. My hot water bottle is a most cherished possession, I couldn't have got through the pain of the last few days without it. I will certainly be more careful when emptying it.
I wasn't too bad on Thursday, Thanksgiving Day, and made it to lunch with Kevin and his family. I also had an invitation yesterday from Carolyn for lunch at an Asian restaurant, and another today to join Cecil and Louise at their family's Thanksgiving which they were having in their church hall, but I didn't make either of those, I was just in too much discomfort.
I hope I feel better soon and can send a more cheerful blog.
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