GN have taken away the photo upload buttons or I'd show you my trusty long-handled sponge NotS
When you live alone and cannot call 'Come and wash my back, darling' an alternative is essential. 
I may attempt to have a shower today; it's been too painful hitherto. Itchy I can tolerate, it's the pain gets me down.
Stoic and stinky Grammaretto - sounds like cartoon characters.
I keep telling my skin we have so much - it simply doesn't listen.
DS is sounding cheerful, saying most of the stress he had in NZ has gone and he's feeling hopeful. He has new winter clothing, warm wool blend overcoat included. 
He actually enjoys what we would call 'bad weather' and has from a boy, whereas sunny days enervate him. A true northern lad.
Mepa is due, so I better scoot.
ixion the perfect remedy indeed. I do hope you feel better soon.
Alas, paracetamol and at a push codeine, is all I'm allowed but as the latter causes...well, you know what it causes...
I wouldn't take it unless truly desperate.
In fact I'm a sad case all round as so much adversely affects me
Like Cherry I have a long history of being felled by meds most people find helpful.
I can't eat take-aways, processed or packaged foods and sat here shaking with laughter when Doodle mentioned enjoying copious amounts of cake and ixion comforted herself with Baileys as all forms of cake and alcohol is off my menu.
Last week, a piece of cheese scone not much bigger than a 50p piece made me very ill indeed. I'd had no breakfast so I was considering my BS levels and ate it without thinking.
I'm a fool to myself
I'm to have an MRI. The Xrays showed what we've known for ages, degeneratie vertebrae and now some scoliosis (Yay! Me and Richard the Third ) but there's another issue and it's not bones.
You know what's going to happen, don't you? My wonderful medical team will solve all my problems and I'll feel on top of the world again - and I'll cash in me chips!
Looks like I've turned into one of those old witches who bore on about their ailments but I know you care and at least if you don't, when you see my name you can skip the post.
Yes, I was much heartened by DS's upbeat post and it seems Gubbins is taking his absence in her stride, enjoying nightly FaceTimes with Daddy.
Dear, dear Mepa took me to buy more rongoa (Maori herbal remedy) which is the only thing which has ever helped my psoriasis. Instead of the anticipated $20 I paid last week it was $35, albeit another brand and slightly more content.
She paid the difference and absolutely refused to let me reimburse her.
Sad thing is, if I could get into the bush, only a few kilometres away, I could gather as much as I need for free.
Zarah has to see a noticeable difference to my skin by Thursday or it's hospital for sure.
Dentist on Tuesday.
Haha, Grammaretto I am assuming that in Scotland the word 'special' means weird?
Holistic is the only way for me and once I got my rongoa yesterday I brewed it and drank it, including several times during the night. Just a little glass each time but I'm sure there's a difference already.
I was first introduced to Kumerahou in 1990 when Te Rangi Kaihoro, a man who, with his Mum, Nan, became a good friend.
He saw the psoriasis on my arms, brewed 2 litres of rongoa for me and suggested I try it.
He warned me it was very bitter and by jingoes it is but has a sweet aftertaste. It works and when this problem first began all I could find were the tea bags, so weak as to be almost useless but the new (and of course more expensive) lot is great.
One of my kaumatua buddies has offered to take me out into the bush when I feel better. This will involve a lovely ritual of prayer and careful (I think we say mindful these days) gathering, only what you need.
Just being out in the bush will be a joy in itself.
It's almost 9am and the many, yappy dogs over the creek have been at it since before dawn.
What a sad time for you Grammaretto on several fronts. I'm afraid at our age, well mine anyway, it's a fact we lose so many friends. Your snowdrops will give you comfort. 
What a memory you have Doodle it was almost certainly kumerahou I went to gather. It is already making a difference I believe.
I wanted to know why the doctor was so shocked at seeing my back and set up a mirror photo. Blimey! I was shocked as well and it's my back!!
Haven't been for my MRI yet but will put out a bulletin when I know.
In view of the fact that the Cardiologist wanted an urgent echo-cardiogram months ago and I still have to wait until September, I may well be in my 80's before I'm called for an MRI.
ixion I hope the Baileys and a good night's sleep has made you feel heaps better. Love and hugs to you.
NotS what a huge worry for you and your dear daughter. I hope all will be well. Thinking of you xxxx
Nostalgia is exactly the right word Doodle as it means 'the pain and grief of longing for home' Home also meaning the familiarity and comfort of past times shared.
We so often use the word when we're just looking back on pleasant times but as far back at the 17th century, physicians knew it went far deeper than that. So your feelings are all perfectly normal.
It's wonderful that you take your darling with you, so that it is still you and DH walking or sitting together in the old, familiar places.
A lovely thing really.
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