Being responsible in a crisis

It has been a trying start to the week and I think it matters to me that I talk about this because there are some lessons in here and it helps with processing it.

It isn't always easy dealing with being ill and as I mentioned last week certainly this infection was a major cause for concern and it didn't show much if any sign of shifting around the weekend.

Then because Monday was a Bank Holiday, that meant Doctors and Transportation stopped until yesterday so I spoke with the doctors who felt we needed to change tack when it comes to dealing with it.

I am on anti-biotics to deal with the infection which don't taste good, and leave you feeling very "meh" overall as they get to work as I still deal with the intense coughing and difficulties in breathing.

I start to feel sad, crying hugging my teddy as it's one of the nasties things I have for a while.

Sometimes you need to act swiftly.

Enforced rest

 There is really not a lot I can say today because I am quite ill with symptoms not unlike the current varient of Covid which is purplexing for not being in enclosed public spaces for at least a week.

Thus here I am with a wheezing chest, cough, fever and moving aches and pains all over high on liquids, upping the anti oxidents and taking cough mixture while this thing works its way through and god willing, out.

I've got the window open a fair bit to help get some fresh air in to help with the breathing.

There were a few things I was intending to do later on this week but given just moving one leg about a half an hour ago was excruciating painful anything involving lifting, pushing objects and general mauling are best left until I'm better.

The issues that affected a number of people at the forum appear to have resolved themselves which given they affected replies, messaging and the like were a concern.

It's going to be hot drinks, comics and anything to keep my spirits up.

Wet day stuff

Between the rainshowers on Monday I was backing up some files, let's say a lot of files going back to the mid 2000's some captured from the earliest internet connected computer I had and some of pictures I'd taken either on fim and scanned or direct to digital.

Part of that was having one memory stick starting to have corruption issues not perhaps being helped by the top being loose  and the connector also being a loose fit and another being aware of how many years the stick was, the last thing you want is to lose your favourite pictures and memories just cos it wasn't so convienent at the time.

So I was transferring them a bunch at at time by hand checking the process was going well while there was a torrential downpour.

I read the weeks Beano and Pheonix comics and Match of the Day magazine that had arrived at the weekend and ended the day listening the the Proms concert on Radio Three until bedtime.

Lost treasure

It's been a strange week following my return late last Wednesday after being away and one thing relates to the ongoing exploration of what was Mum's bedroom where a number of things were found on Monday that had puzzled me over the years.

One was the finding of my last O level Geography school exercise book from February 27, 1981 that later got used as a notebook cum scrapbook of American charts with positions of songs I loved and artist details written with clippings from UK magazines such as New Musical Express and Sounds about them taped into it.

The other was of a good thirty or so records some classical I'd bought from 1978 onwards and a couple of handfuls of Duran Duran 12 Inch singles and foreign extended play singles that I suspect were moved when I had some roof problems that resulted in leaking near where they were stored.

That also included a Glam Rock compilation I'd suspected long lost which had onely been played about ten times since being bought in the late 1980's as I'd taped it and transferred that to two MiniDiscs in 1998.

I always played it from that whenever I needed to so that's practically in mint condition.

I've been cleaning and resleeving where possible a number of them simply because they were and remain things that tie to that era I grew up in.

I know where they were all those years ago but I can enjoy them all over again.

Taking a break

When you read this most likly I'll be on my way back home from a few days away in The Lakes, Westmoreland playing, enjoying the odd hike and visiting places not just because as a adult little boy they're such fun thing to be doing but also much of the adult world that winds me up can be pushed well into the background.

That's not been helped this year with events that have run on for months that makes moving on more problamatic with business to still attend to never mind the sorting of things gathered over decades as Dad tries to remake some spaces more as he'd have them and coming across more of them.

No, I need that time away from all of that, the fresh air and tranquility with people you can just talk and play with even if the odd element may not be my first choice.