Sailing to Love
Feb. 15th, 2016 10:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I've just seen an advertisement for a florist offering "on-demand flower delivery". As opposed to all those other florists who deliver bouquets randomly without waiting for an order.
Last year my mother's best friend and her two daughters were visiting the City by the Sea and they went to high tea at one of our fancier tea rooms. They asked my mother and me if we wanted to go, but my mother couldn't/wouldn't leave John for that long. She said I should go by myself, but I didn't. I felt a bit weird about going out and having fun while she was stuck at home so I said I'd stay with John so she could go, but she didn't want to do that either. I think we were having a martyr competition. Anyway, neither of us went, and I regretted that. I regretted it straight away, but even more so once I met them for lunch another day and they showed me photos of it. Éclairs in the shape of swans! One of the daughters is an aficionado of high teas and she compared it favourably (regarding presentation, taste and cost) to high tea at the famously fancy Windsor in Melbourne. So I was kicking myself.
My mother's friend rang a couple of weeks ago and said they were coming back for their annual visit in March and were doing high tea again and did we want to come this time? So we're going. This is what we're going to have (éclair swan not pictured, sadly - I hope that doesn't mean they don't do them any more).
Finger update: I think it's improving? Fingers crossed, haha. The thing hasn't grown back; the infected part of the finger is still sore, although not as sore as it was, and I can't tell if that is from the infection itself or as a result of him cutting it open and burning it. It developed an unpleasant musty smell last week, so in my follow-up appointment last Friday he gave me another course of antibiotics and they seem to have worked their anti-smelling magic. (Also, instead of Betadine, I have been applying manuka honey before putting on the dressing, which is also apparently good for anti-smelling and decreasing antibiotic resistance - thanks, medical newspaper at work!) In summary, the finger is feeling better than it has since December, so I feel this is a step forward.
Conversation from this Friday's consultation:
Doctor K: It's persistent, but I promise you, we will fix this finger.
Me: Even if you have to cut it off!
Doctor K: Oh, don't tempt me.
Last year my mother's best friend and her two daughters were visiting the City by the Sea and they went to high tea at one of our fancier tea rooms. They asked my mother and me if we wanted to go, but my mother couldn't/wouldn't leave John for that long. She said I should go by myself, but I didn't. I felt a bit weird about going out and having fun while she was stuck at home so I said I'd stay with John so she could go, but she didn't want to do that either. I think we were having a martyr competition. Anyway, neither of us went, and I regretted that. I regretted it straight away, but even more so once I met them for lunch another day and they showed me photos of it. Éclairs in the shape of swans! One of the daughters is an aficionado of high teas and she compared it favourably (regarding presentation, taste and cost) to high tea at the famously fancy Windsor in Melbourne. So I was kicking myself.
My mother's friend rang a couple of weeks ago and said they were coming back for their annual visit in March and were doing high tea again and did we want to come this time? So we're going. This is what we're going to have (éclair swan not pictured, sadly - I hope that doesn't mean they don't do them any more).
Finger update: I think it's improving? Fingers crossed, haha. The thing hasn't grown back; the infected part of the finger is still sore, although not as sore as it was, and I can't tell if that is from the infection itself or as a result of him cutting it open and burning it. It developed an unpleasant musty smell last week, so in my follow-up appointment last Friday he gave me another course of antibiotics and they seem to have worked their anti-smelling magic. (Also, instead of Betadine, I have been applying manuka honey before putting on the dressing, which is also apparently good for anti-smelling and decreasing antibiotic resistance - thanks, medical newspaper at work!) In summary, the finger is feeling better than it has since December, so I feel this is a step forward.
Conversation from this Friday's consultation:
Doctor K: It's persistent, but I promise you, we will fix this finger.
Me: Even if you have to cut it off!
Doctor K: Oh, don't tempt me.