Moan, Moan, Moan

The top of my whitebeam tree without any redwings in it.

Dear Readers, I am on the 28th Day of my cough from hell. You’ll be glad to know that I’m now on antibiotics (though I loathe the things) and even had a chest X-Ray at our local hospital yesterday, which was a fun experience. Somebody put me in a small room and told me to get into the traditionally attractive Hospital Gown. And there I sat, wondering why I’d worn socks with a hole in the toe, when I heard an ethereal voice calling my name from the main waiting room. I wrapped my gown around me, stomped out but there was no medical person there. This happened several times, and finally the X-Ray technician burst in with another lady.

“No one told me you were here!” she said. “I thought you’d disappeared!”

Literally five minutes later my X-Ray was done and I was on my way back to get dressed. What a shame for the delay, because otherwise I swear it would have been the fastest appointment ever. The NHS is a truly wonderful thing when it’s working.

Anyhow, I don’t think the 20 minute wait for a bus in both directions helped, and today my cough is tighter and meaner than before. I am cancelling Christmas as we speak. Bah humbug doesn’t really cover it.

Anyhow, I wanted to get to some photos of the splendid bird life in the garden but it refused to cooperate (as you can see from the photo above). We’ve had redwings and fieldfares, blackbirds and jackdaws, assorted finches and a full house of tits. Actually, I did get some photos of the great tit. Enjoy.

Tail to the left.

Head to the right

Entire bird but slightly out of focus.

 

You’re welcome.In other news, the hebe in the garden next door, which was already a bit wonky, looks like it’s going to precipitate itself into the pond. It’s the shrub leaning at a 45 degree angle to the left.

I am rather moved that it is still flowering though, bless it.

And so another day ends with me cancelling all my social activities for tomorrow because I think I just need to rest. My husband is making me various combinations of lemon, ginger and honey, I have bed socks and a hot water bottle, and so things could be a whole lot worse, so don’t worry. And at least I won’t have to brave the icy pavements for a few days, it’s like a skating rink around here. Stay safe and warm, UK peeps! There are buds on the whitebeam, so at least the spring is on the way.

11 thoughts on “Moan, Moan, Moan

  1. sllgatsby

    I am sorry you’re under the weather, literally and figuratively. The reports of UK weather sound dismal! I hope the lemon/honey/ginger concoctions do their work. I have had some nasty, tenacious coughs in my time. One time, I coughed so hard I cracked a rib! Coughs are just the worst, so I hope it packs its bags and moves on soon. I am glad you are able to rest!

    Whenever I am sick, I think about poor Robert Louis Stevenson’s childhood, when he was often ill. I memorized several of his poems when I was about 10, and this was one. Of course, nowadays, my sick bed is surrounded by books and magazines!

    The Land of Counterpane

    When I was sick and lay a-bed,
    I had two pillows at my head,
    And all my toys beside me lay
    To keep me happy all the day.

    And sometimes for an hour or so
    I watched my leaden soldiers go,
    With different uniforms and drills,
    Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

    And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
    All up and down among the sheets;
    Or brought my trees and houses out,
    And planted cities all about.

    I was the giant great and still
    That sits upon the pillow-hill,
    And sees before him, dale and plain,
    The pleasant land of counterpane.

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  2. Gail

    There seems to be a lot of nasty coughs around at the moment, I hope yours disappears soon. In the meantime, enjoy the rest and don’t stage too rapid a comeback, we’ll all still be here.

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  3. Claire

    Take good care of yourself! Here, heating has been greatly reduced in all public buildings and some shops ( a good thing) so that it is easier to catch a cold or other bug while waiting. I read the R L Stevenson poem at school( English lesson) .Love it.

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    1. Bug Woman Post author

      The R.L Stevenson poem has inspired me to a blog post, it really sums up the joys of being a child and being slightly sick. Here in the UK some churches, libraries etc are offering warm places for people to go without having to buy anything. What a situation.

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  4. Rosie

    Sorry to hear you’re having such a rotten time. Fingers crossed the antibiotics work fast, the birds keep coming and everything sorts itself out in the next 9 days! Envy you your fieldfares and redwings, none in this woodland edge – although two jays every day is a fine compensation. Get well soon!

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  5. Anne

    I join the rest of your readers in wishing you a speedy recovery now that you are on antibiotics – they usually do the trick. It is good to hear that you are being plied with drinks and being looked after. Bah humbug to Christmas! That’s because you’re feeling so awful. My daughter and I – in different parts of the country – were bemoaning this morning that neither of us has been able to get any Christmas baking done yet because the periods when we do have electricity aren’t long enough for the oven to heat up and the goodies inside to bake!

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  6. Alittlebitoutoffocus

    Firstly I think your camera has developed some of those annoying dark splodges which afflicted so (too) many of my previous cameras. (See 1st pic). Secondly an update on the lone starling from yesterday… Today two arrived, then three and I’m sure I spotted 3 more in the tree hovering. They flew off to be replaced by the 2 greedy magpies. And a collared dove appeared on the telegraph pole behind the house. We haven’t seen those for a while.
    I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, my wife has had a cough for a long time now which has got worse this past week and now she has tonsilitis, so things could be worse!!
    And, since poems seem to cheer you up. Here’s one I remember, told to me by one of the guys in the office:
    Little Tommy Tucker sang for his supper,
    He took his tin soldiers to bed,
    He lost all his corporals,
    And lost all his sergeants,
    So he played with his privates instead.

    Boom boom! (Hope you’re not offended!)

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