The storm never arrived and has gone away…

So the storm sat outside the harbour and left. My handyman fitted the outdoor tap and watered the garden for me, took the recycling out and made me a cup of tea.

He’s not just multi talented, he’s Pete Lambert.

My daughter came and made dinner, then she washed up and then she finished the first coat of paint on the second gate. She tidied my towels and generally was great as usual.

She’s not just a daughter. She’s my daughter.

So I found a photo of an old friend and me at a rehearsal dinner in Richmond, Virginia. I put it on a shelf and found it was moving away from me. Just as I realised I was falling, I whacked my back on the footpost of my bed and then landed already in pain, and more pain on landing. I was winded. Which is frightening. I was once with someone who was winded after falling of those bridges that are slats on a single rope. You have to move fast. I knelt beside him saying Breathe calmly but firmly and it helped him, he told me.

I was on my own as my daughter was in the garden painting and I didn’t know she was there. I ended up fighting to get air in, and managed to pull myself up to kneeling. My back felt numb, but finally air got in my lungs very painfully and then I was hyperventilating.

The rush of oxygen to my brain was freaky and made me nauseas. The nausea was overwhelming. I pulled myself up and onto the bed and found my cell and called my daughter. I heard it downstairs and could work out why she didn’t come.

I tried to do all the right things to slow my breathing. The nausea was so powerful. Then I started wheezing so got my pink inhaler which was the first revolution in improving my breathing. And I still feel gratitude to Michael for lending me his once and that got me onto the best inhaler.

It’s ok. He used mine too. And had to come round once because I had run out and was waiting for an ambulance. I took the puffs I needed and his voice is always calming, except when he wants to be unkind which really doesn’t suit him because he is kind.

Any way an ambulance came and they weren’t NHS. No difference in quality but it’s not right.

She checked my back and confirmed I’d probably winded myself and confirmed all I’ve written above. She was full of vivacity and distracted me in a rather lively way, which was different. But really ok. She said a rib might be bruised or cracked. I’m going to be in pain tomorrow.

I’ve taken a painkiller. She wouldn’t drop a vial of morphine on the pavement. Meany. So I’m having a smidge of gin and bitter lemon to synergise with it.

A friend’s dog died. She is in bits, and reaching out to her has caused me to start sobbing about O’Driscoll.

And today I wrote an article about how I was not damaged by my narcissist mother by being handed to my grandmother because I would not feed from my mother.

How my sister, being older was already damaged, but my identity was formed in good nurturing during the first five years of my life.

I will post it here soon. It is elsewhere for the time being. And I am not allowed to post it elsewhere for a certain time. Different publishers have different policies.

I am ok. If I think people will worry I can’t write here.


Undecided storm…

It sitting out at sea. The harbour is very rough. Just a spattering of rain. I’m going o text a friend to hear if they have rain further south.

This morning officers have patrolled a beach and came across a group who had traveled down from London and slept overnight in a gazebo on the beach. It is not permitted to sleep on the beach at any time and anyone found doing similar will be dealt with appropriately.

We all want to be out in the great weather we are experiencing but please follow the guidance as directed by the government and we can all enjoy ourselves and stay safe.


The storm rolling in…

I am watching the storm rolling in. We were forecast rain today and it’s actually a weather front coming in from the east. The wind has been blustering for a couple of hours. I am ideally positioned to watch weather coming in. Further west along the harbour one has to be high up to see the weather, as there are boat builders, and other less attractive things to do with coastal living, plus a main road. They are building more and more flats, and they are ugly. I love my gardening, my old crooked cottage.

I have broken my fast with simple painkillers to ease the aching. Last night I put a cold pack on my ankle as it was hot and swollen. It’s better now, but today is naps and rest.

I slept deeply and well, but short. I feel much better, but very aware I need to rest. The rain is welcome as my garden needs a good long drink. My work man is picking up an outdoor tap today. I ordered it on Wednesday.

I have previously refused to use a hose as water is our most precious commodity. I used only watering cans and have 3 water butts to store water, but our summers are starting earlier and are hot sooner than they used to.I lost several plants last year. My stored rain water will still be my first resort, and the hose will only be used when no stored water is available.

My workman is looking into how I can use more of my grey water. A pipe and pump system. I have the pump already.

I need to contact my surgery to see if they can ask the chemist to allow an emergency amount of my medicine. Somehow, it now takes a week to get a script filled. The irony is that I have enough inhalers to equip most ofmy community’s asthmatics if they are prescribed the same one as me. It’s a pity someone alienated me, I could save him quite a useful sum of money. But that would just get spent on the stuff that’s killing him.

So I will be doing some admin later. That’s all for today.