The traveling seems to have taken it’s toll. I got back off the plane in Sing and boom, I was down with mycoplasma – a type of pneumonia that is really hard to treat. Right now I’m on my second bout of antibiotics because the old drugs don’t work any more.
So my breakfast looks like this : 1 tab Avelox, 1 tab Romesec, 3 tabs Predisolone, 1 tab Telfast, 2 spoonfuls Actifed rounded off with 2 dramatic puffs of Symbicort! No yoghurt, no dairy, no tea, no coffee, no multi-vites, no sour, no spicy, no shellfish, no citrus, no tomatoes, no berries. I’m really struggling with what I’m supposed to put in my mouth! So far have subsisted on hot soups and rice porridge.
Can you tell I’m really missing the fresh air of the farm? I was just telling a friend that there’s nothing more luxurious than sleeping in complete silence of the countryside with the windows open just a crack to let in the eucalyptus scented night breezes. So good for the soul. And it’s even better when the Irishman gets up early to potter and presents you with a bouquet of flobby headed roses from the garden.
Some of the stuff that made it home with me below. Couldn’t resist the critters! Some of them have moving parts like the articulated leopard. So cool. Vintage jewellery make great presents – easy to pack, unique and relatively speaking, inexpensive.
I just hang whatever hand candy I’m wearing on the sculpture while I’m typing. Right now it’s holding a crazy turquoise and sapphire evil eye ring that the Irishman got me for my birthday.
That’s all for now folks, I’m off to refill my Camomile and Citron tea and try to stop coughing up a lung. Ta!