Good afternoon dear Kitcheners one and all...I've been catching up with your news.
The care home remains closed to visitors. I popped a card through the door for the lady that I visit. I would hate her to think that I was neglecting her. On Tuesday, another day on which I normally visit, MacSporran has to have CT scan on his lymphatic system. We'll need to go to Oban for the procedure. Oban is in the opposite direction from Campbeltown.
I cannot help but be concerned for the elderly residents. It must be rotten to have to deal with a nasty virus when one is already frail.
Alea Dear me, you and your dear husband have been through the mill. You must be exhausted. I hope that the pain and swelling is much less troublesome. I'm also pleased to hear that a good friend called in to feed Grace. One worry less.
Imperfect27 I kept trying to guess what those initials meant. That's clever of you. The thought of your freshly baked buns and Badenkate's sticky gingerbread makes my mouth water.
Crafting I'm sorry to hear that you have a miserable cold. So far, fingers crossed, I've not succumbed. MacS continues to cough heartily.
kitty We took a half bottle of whisky into the care home...our neighbour enjoys a wee dram. The supervisor locks it away, (thank goodness) but a tot before bedtime is permissible.
A few years ago, I scratched my thumb on a rusty gate latch. A week later, I awoke in the night with a pain unlike anything I had previously experienced. The thumb had swelled to double it's normal size. A few days passed and a red line started to creep up my arm. A friend urged us to consult the GP. It was a Sunday night and therefore he came out specially to take a look. I was taken to Oban hospital and put on a drip of antibiotics. It was grade A septicaemia...which started to discolour my arm. Each day a marker pen mapped the progress of the sepsis. It almost reached my arm pit. I was in hospital for nine days. At one point, I felt that ill, I was sure I might die. A very scary experience...and all because of a small cut.