Swings and Roundabouts
Extra points if you can see the black cat on the verandah rail
Sunday night I rugged up in coat and scarf and took a glass of red outside to view the International Space Station going overhead before dinner. My neighbour once worked at one of those giant dish telescopes, tracking the ISS, and often lets me know when it is heading over us here in Tasmania. Since there was approximately 90% cloud cover at the time I did not get to wave at the astronauts (by the way, this is something everyone in the world can do for free fun. The ISS circles the Earth every ninety minutes - there is a website and an app which lets you know when it will be zooming over your house during the night hours. It crosses Tasmania several times a month. Possibly. Sometimes I don't really pay attention when people tell me things..).
Still, I was outside, in the dark, with a glass of wine, so I stopped and looked at the twinkling lights across the valley. Then I noticed a blackbird warbling its goodnight song to the neighbourhood. Then I noticed another sound in the background which I didn't recognise at first until suddenly I realised it was a frog. A southern brown tree frog which is a very common local frog - but I have never heard it calling here in suburbia. I was so cheered and charmed to hear its little song. And there I stood, dinner time in suburbia, lighted kitchen windows all around, and I was alone in the dark with twinkly lights, serenaded by a blackbird and a brown tree frog. The cat jumped up on the verandah rail next to me and purred happily in my ear and I asked myself how it is that I am so fortunate to live a life where such moments of small but perfect happiness abound?
I am writing this on Wednesday afternoon from my bed. On Saturday I went walking in the bush at Paul's place in the sprinkling rain, which was a lovely way to spend an afternoon. Some hours later I noticed a slug crawling across my kitchen floor while I was cooking dinner. Then I looked closer and realised it wasn't a slug, but a leech, happily replete from hours of feeding. It was huge! Then I looked for the blood, and found it leaking from my ankle into my sock. Leeches send an anti-coagulant into your blood which makes a leech bite bleed for hours. Still, I've survived plenty of leech bites with effects no worse than a persistent itch as the bite heals. This one, however, turned red, swelled up and made me feel distinctly unwell. My children forced me to the doctor in the morning when I woke up and could hardly walk. Who knew, some leeches have nasty bacteria that they kindly pass on to their hosts? I really don't like taking anibiotics unnecessarily so the GP made a deal with me. She gave me a prescription, and drew around the swelling on my ankle. If the redness went outside the line I had to start taking the antibiotics. If everything started to get better rather than worse I could get away with not taking them. I had to go home and go to bed and put my leg up and read a book. Could I have a prescription for that? I asked. Yes, she said, it's her favourite prescription:)
So here I am, in bed with my leg up, drinking lemon and ginger with rosehip syrup. I'm getting better by the tried and true method of rest combined with granny herbal tonics. I think I will be able to avoid antibiotics. I'm not against them, by the way, as I quite prefer being alive to dying of a really nasty infection, but less is often more, especially where anitbiotics are concerned.
Swings and roundabouts this week. In one way I am a bit frustrated as I was just about recovered from surgery, and was getting into all sorts of projects, and now here I am confined to bed again. However, this is such a minor setback. Life could be hurling much worse at me, and thankfully, is not. Thank goodness for library books. What do you do to keep your immune system supported during an infection? I am looking for hints, as everyone but me around here seems to have an awful cold. I feel like I am living at a tuberculosis sanatorium..