The Bluestocking does a late night flit again

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New thread, you know the drill!

I'm so glad you were seen by Nurse Quokka and had all the care and attention that you should have had yesterday!

I think that knowledge is a great analgesia and sedative - symptoms that are very distressing become quite a bit less so when somebody calm, knowledgeable and attentive explains what's causing them and what they can do to alleviate them.

So hopefully you'll be home soon - if not home already - in a much better frame of mind, ready to re-start your recovery. And there may be some salted dark chocolate left

knittedsloth gives good hugs, and thanks to her long long arms, could actually hug two of us at the same time, if needed

So glad you've got some answers & some care, Myrtle.

Now lie back & enjoy the trash TV.😁

I had forgotten about the salted chocolate! And my DM has sent flowers.

Finally home and resting. Nothing but rest and elevation and TV and knitting if I can manage it.

Thank you all for your support, images jokes and love the last few days 💙

You're very welcome, Myrtle!
Grunhilda has popped around to do a bit of pampering on our behalf. We told her the frou-frou skirt was soooo last year, but she insisted..😄

It is a very pretty skirt and I’m delighted she made the effort for me. My paw does need to be higher than my heart, though.

Does Myrtle know she's naked?

😱

And what op exactly did they do?

How many legs?

Oh! I see this time you've had years taken off you, and finally the correct limb count

I see mention of the word naked has triggered the image refuser

I was once treated by a Dr Croissant. I was too out of it to notice at the time but DH did. Presumably she's Mr Bun the Baker's very clever daughter!

Dropping in to say how glad I am to hear that @MyrtleLionhas had some decent treatment and advice. Enjoy your recovery.

Glad you’re sorted and home @MyrtleLion and hope you’re coping with the heat.

I’m back from a late walk with the hound; was much too hot to go at his usual time. Got back just before it went dark, so great timing.

Good to hear from you @MyrtleLion and do take it easy. I hope you can thole the heat.

Sometimes the algorithm brings up just what I need. I haven't seen this in years, but it's a nice wee short fillum, funny and a bit poignant.

I can't exactly relate to Yu Ming's situation, except that years ago I was in Romania and much to my surprise found that my half remembered school Latin came in handy.

I love that little film, Sionnach!
I like the bit where he starts chatting in Irish to one of the regulars, and the barman says 'I didn't know you spoke Chinese'!.
It was sort-of funny but also sad that he didn't even recognise what used to be the language of his people.

I've just popped in to say g'night all, and a second attempt at a good night to Myrtle

That was beautiful @SionnachRuadh thanks for sharing. I can identify with drawing on school Latin - and musical Italian - to make up for my linguistic deficits. But it is the BSL alphabet, which we learnt at primary school nearly 50 years ago, that has been the most valuable trick up my sleeve. My signing is very poor but I can spell, slowly, and it has been the difference being totally unable to communicate and being able to have a stilted conversation at a basic level.

How’s the hind paw doing this morning @MyrtleLion ?

A Trappist pal (they are good at composing their words for ages before they get an excuse to use them) had a story about when as a young man en route to something official he got lost in Paris. He needed to find a Metro station, and when lucky enough to spot another monk, used their mutual language, Latin, to cobble together a description of where he needed to be.

Which was how he got a guided tour of the catacombs.

Yes, I'm sure he was telling me the strictest truth.

I love the fact that you have a Trappist pal, Dean!

Things are much better. I have sorted my pain management - I know they worry about opioid addiction, but to send patients home after major orthopaedic surgery with effectively no pain relief is criminal.

Once the pain was reduced to a medium throb, I was able to sleep in three hour blocks and that has had immense benefits. I am also dozing and feel quite cosy which is very comfortable. As I’m on the first floor with a fan and an open French window, I have a lovely breeze and the heat is not affecting me at all.

I am listening to Stanley Tucci’s memoir, Taste, read by him. It’s about food and cocktails and his life, and he has such a gorgeous voice. I almost don’t care what he’s saying. Often I miss sections of audiobooks because I fall asleep, and then it’s tedious having to relisten to parts I’ve heard before I get to the part where I fell asleep. But I don’t mind that with Stanley.

Well Deano, if you can't trust a Trappist monk to tell you the truth, who can you trust...😃

There's a yarn from the middle ages about two groups of monks, one from Lismore in Waterford and one from Mungret in Limerick, organising a debate, in Mungret, to see which of them spoke better Latin.

To play mind games on their opponents, some of the Mungret monks disguised themselves as women washing clothes in the river, and when the visiting monks asked them for directions in Irish, the women replied in perfect Latin.

The story has it that the Waterford monks turned around on the spot and went home, on the basis that if the washerwomen of Mungret had such good Latin, they wouldn't stand a chance against the monks

Now even if a Trappist told me that, I'm not sure I'd believe it!

I have several Trappist pals, though it's been a while since I saw them.

I once asked that one whether the relaxation of the rule around silence (a response to Vatican 2) meant that he suddenly found that people he'd knocked along with comfortably for more than a decade became more challenging, and he assured me in heartfelt tones that once you've lived in community with someone for six months you know all about them.

I don't want to over-excite Bluestocking members who love tractors & suchlike, but I've just had the Red Arrows over the garden.

Noisy buggers.

I had them at the weekend.

We get RAF Airbus A400M Atlases over our house fairly often, at lower than 4,000 feet, en route from Brize Norton to unstated places.

That's noisy, too.

It's been several days, the postie just dropped off another parcel and there's been no further sign of the misdelivered package. I hope it's with or on it's way to the intended recipient.

The parcel was a bunch of seed packets (Thompson & Morgan had a sale with no p&p). One of the ones I ordered was seeds for the Butterfly pea, beautiful blue flower that I just can't look at the same way now. The name on the package is Clitoria Butterfly pea. My youngest is going to wet herself when I show her.

It seems fascinating and useful as well as beautiful. Just like its namesake.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clitoriaternatea

I hope I can grow it successfully next year.