I am somewhat bereft of ideas at the moment.
There are two main reasons for this.
The first is, of course that nothing is happening. For reasons [which I will come to in a moment] I am confined to quarters at present. This isn’t one of those daft “lockdowns” or anything like that, but more a case of taking care of myself and living the quietest life possible.
This of course means I haven’t even done any gardening so the lawn has reverted to lush meadow and the hedges have grown sufficiently to block access to the front door and completely obscure all light trying to penetrate the front room window. The Manor has taken on the impressive appearance of being a neglected ruin and I’m expecting a compulsory demolition order any day [except that they can’t reach to front door to post it].
So if I haven’t done any gardening you can logically conclude that I haven’t been anywhere else either, and you would be correct. My world has shrunk to a mere few square feet where nothing of interest really happens.
Of course the self imposed “lockdown” is because of this damned “thing” that is plaguing me. The diagnosis may have been Shingles but it doesn’t seem to be following that pattern. The medication hasn’t worked and the fucking thing hasn’t abated at all at all. It is literally the original Pain in the Neck [and head and back]. There is little itching which is supposed to be a big symptom, but unrelenting pain in abundance. It feels like someone is pressing a hot iron to the side of my head all the time. And the mass of scabs are oozing so when I wake in the morning my head is stuck to the pillow and my hair is a sticky mess. And the pain ensures that I wake miles too fucking early so I can contemplate my misery for an hour or two before getting up.
I have tried every know pain killer known to man. None has had the slightest effect. In fact the only remedy I have found to date is good Skunk Doobies. I don’t know if they actually killed the pain or whether I just didn’t give a shit about it, I don’t know. It was probably the latter. Unfortunately my most recent experience caused “couch-lock” which may sound like fun but isn’t. Leastwise it has made me somewhat reluctant to go down that path again.
So if anything interesting happens, doubtless I will scribble about it.
And if it doesn’t, I won’t.