Tablets….

I’m sorry we don’t have some of your tablets today, was my greeting when I visited the pharmacist today. Why what’s happened? Didn’t the doctor include them.? I asked. No its a problem with getting the right strength, there’s a problem at the manufactures I’m afraid.

Well when will they be in, I asked, I can’t not take them. (Do they think they are an optional extra?)

Should be in Monday. Give us a ring then. I asked for assurance they will be in. We will try, we might have to ring round, she said. Well I’ve got a few spare. I said, but what if they aren’t in? Then I said ‘and what happens with Brexit? We both looked at each other askance…

More lockdowns coming?

Life could be getting complicated again. The pesky virus is increasing. People keep getting together and meeting up in their homes. The result is that the R rate (reproduction rate) has gone from below 1 to between 1.1 and 1.5. New cases are climbing and the number of people admitted to hospital are increasing. Testing is not working, people are being sent miles away from home, or when the patient gets to a testing Station they are sometimes getting sent away! This is getting worrying. Again.

Waiting

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Does time splinter into different universes? While I sit here waiting for my hubby, who insisted he wanted to walk home in the rain after I dropped him off a couple of hours ago for an appointment, I wonder, where has he got to? Is he OK. Which way is he walking home. Might he get lost? He has problems following directions. But if he knows the way (and he walked back last week) then he should be OK.

But he mooches, he likes looking at things, he doesn’t stride out anymore. He’s not young. I want to go and look for him but the traffic outside is at a standstill. So I’m sitting waiting, worrying, fretting, he’s a grown man. I know he will be OK.. I guess. But time fractures, things happen….

Ten minutes later.. He’s back!