Saturday December 15, 2007
Ten days to Christmas. Not exactly an emotional roller-coaster this year, not for me, anyway. The cold snap has brought out a good, painful subset of my aches and moans and, even though I know it’s a bad idea, all I want to do is hide.
The latest minor, irritating affliction is an attack of chilblains on my hands and fingers. I’ve always thought of chilblains as a childhood condition, from my distant past when it was genuinely cold and we didn’t always have warm enough clothing and healthy food. Not so. Checking it out I discover that it’s a condition that can affect the elderly.
Oh well. I’ve got the salve, and I’ve applied it. I’ve dug out my gloves and shall wear them outdoors without fail until April or thereabouts. And if anyone laughs at me I shall bite their bloody heads off.
Standby…. GRRRRRRUUUUUUMPPPPPH! Not to mention HOOOOOOOOOOWWWWL!
There. I feel better now.
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