Oh, look, it’s that time of the year again when something is blooming and the mucous membranes in my face don’t like it so they go on strike, which makes me sneeze like I’m training for the Olympic sneezing team. It’s the time of the year when I hold my personal medicine appreciation week.
Fever. Hay Fever.
I suffered my first pollen attack in high school. It was a truly horrible experience involving the worst case of the sniffles ever plus red and superitchy eyes, and let me tell you, itchy eyes don’t go well with contacts but I was not giving up my contacts so suffering ensued.
There was only one kind of over-the-counter antihistamine drug on the market at the time and it was the kind that made you so sleepy it had a detailed warning on the package to not drive or operate heavy machinery after taking it. Heavy machinery? I couldn’t operate my limbs when I took it because I fell asleep. That was my choice then, either sleeping through classes or sneezing through classes.
This is how medicine appreciation week was born. My hay fever went away on its own after a few years but then a few more years later it came back and I tensed in anticipation of more inappropriate snoozing. Instead, I was introduced to the world of antihistamines that did not make you sleepy. I’m no bigger fan of Big Pharma than the next sceptic but antihistamines are among their great successes. Amen.
Part of me hates to say what I’m about to say next. I hate it because it makes me feel like a mindless consumer in a crowd of mindless consumers addicted to screens. SO I’ll just do it quickly. We bought a TV for the house. There, I said it.
For those reading my rants regularly, this is not news but I see new people joining (happy to have you, make yourself comfortable) 7so an update for them: we’re moving from the city to our country house and doing some upgrades with a focus on a whole new kitchen. No relation to the TV, which we got because Big C. does not enjoy Poirot as fully on a laptop as he would on a bigger screen.
I’m blaming him but when he turned on that screen I suddenly wanted to watch every favourite movie we had ever seen on it, right now. I’m not ashamed of admitting this. I’ve already started a To-Watch list. I’m embarrassed, however, (just a little bit) by the fact that the moment he set that TV on its perch the room became cosier. It started to feel more like a home than a vacation cottage. Since this is where we’re going, if it takes a TV to get there, I’ll live with the embarrassment. We’re not getting any kind of television anyway, and that’s final. Almost final, that is. We’re definitely watching the Euro Cup that starts next Friday. Some fun teams are playing.
My friend, the clutch
I drove the family to the neighbouring village the other day. Yesterday, too. Today, I’m driving there again and also doing circles around our village with my new friend, the car’s clutch.
It took us a while to warm up to each other but since I showed him (it’s a he and that’s that) I didn’t mean him any harm and had every respect for the vital job he does, Clutch mellowed. We’re a team now and that’s made me so confident I can’t believe it’s me. Okay, so I put the car into fifth instead of third accidentally yesterday but that won’t happen again because Stick is my friend, too.
Soppy allegories aside I’m really going for the whole driving thing. In a month I plan to be driving into town and back on my own, that’s how determined I am. It could be some rare disease or an insect bite-caused infection because determination is definitely not my thing. Whatever it is, I’m not treating it. I like determined me.
Motivational picture for next week
If courgettes can do it in my mountain-soil garden, you can do it, too, whatever it is you’re doing.
Book-peddling corner (because books won’t sell/download themselves much as I’d like them to): if you’re in the mood for some dragons and vampires, or mysterious vanishing planes, try The Lamiastriga (which you can’t read for free on this blog) or Sky High (which you can read for free on this blog or on Kobo. I always appreciate feedback). For those in the mood for scary stories, here’s a complete list of my published shorter fiction.