Last week I shared an ambitious list of projects which we hoped to tackle over the weekend and subsequent week, and we did pretty well, but we didn't get to them all because along the way I got bitten. By a mosquito-like bug in the garden. And the bite got infected.
I'm fine and the bite has responded well to treatment, but it did, understandably slow me down. And as you're probably thinking it wasn't so straightforward. It never is, hey?
I was bitten was last Thursday evening and right from the off it was one I thought had the potential to worsen. Last Friday evening it had and so I resolved to pop in to see the pharmacist the next morning. When I did he took one look at it, asked me if it was hot (it was - very - which I hadn't realised before) and then said I'd most likely need a course of antibiotics and recommended I phone the 111 service straightaway.
Great. Just what I needed at the start of the Bank Holiday weekend and for my birthday celebrations. But being very much of the opinion that asking a professional's advice only to completely ignore it is often not such a good idea, And so I had my first encounter with out of hours treatment.
I made it through the first stage of the triage process and this resulted in a peculiar conversation with a nurse about tomatoes, as she tried to establish the size of the bite and swelling. For a detail loving tomato grower this conversation proved problematic, as when asked if the bite and swelling was the size of tomato, I needed a bit more info to be able to answer.
The response wouldn't have looked out of place in a sketch show. Apparently it not those small ones, cherry tomatoes and not those large ones either, the beef tomato kind, the ones in between. Now I know it was about establishing the size of the area affected, but I'd thought by explaining the bite was about the size of a 5p, and the surrounding area a further inch and a half from that would have been a good enough description. Instead I was left wondering what size tomato we were really talking about, but in the end it seemed it didn't matter all that much as I was referred to a doctor and then later able to collect a prescription from A&E.
The antibiotics have done their job and I was grateful to be able to get them when I needed them, even though it threw plans to spend the afternoon at a family barbeque awry. And of course the tables were the ones the pharmacist thought I'd be prescribed some five hours earlier. My leg, and the bite, is now more normal looking and no longer painful, so that's good news too. But as they seem to, the antibiotics wiped me out.
On Sunday while the sleeper installation and gabion filling was taking place I was pretty immobile and banned from carrying things, which was a peculiar experience with so much to get done. But with help from my SIL and her husband, who'd been roped in for a day of gardening labour, we (and that's the Royal we) made lots of progress. On the Bank Holiday MOH and I undertook some lighter tasks in the garden, including finally getting to the bottom of our slate mountain - yay! - before heading into town for a celebratory birthday dinner.
Thankfully the antibiotics weren't the absolutely no alcohol kind, so I did manage a cocktail because well, a fiftieth birthday without marking it would have been much odder. Returning to work Tuesday completely zonked me out, and when I got home that evening I sat dazed on the sofa needing copious amounts of tea to recover.
The 'project' that majorly missed out was the allotment, and this week my beans have gone crazy attaching themselves to me each time I go into the greenhouse so we really need to get them planted out. They're on the list for this weekend, hopefully we'll get to them this weekend.
How was your week?