I was very pleased to wake to the news that England won the fifth test. Two all for the series.
England should/would have won back the Ashes by winning the series were in not for rain depriving them of victory in the fourth test.
Pity about that. Really though, I couldn't give a stuff about the cricket.
The days are slowly stretching out as we enter the last month of winter. The predictions are for El Ninio to belt us in summer, and the heatwave in Europe and America, along with bushfire, does cause some anxiety for what lies ahead.
Putting aside that, I had some anxiety of my own with some weird sensations in my fingers and hands recently. Tingling in finger tips, spreading to hands generally, a numbness with loss of feeling. It went away and came back a few hours later. Was this some sort of warning sign of an impending stroke, or even a slight stroke in progress?
I asked Lib what she thought. Should I go to the doc and get checked, or to the Em Dep as a precaution? The doc would probably refer me to neurologists or others and there'd be expense and wait times. We decided if it persisted, I'd front up at hospital and ask them to run their gadgets over me.
Lib did a bit of googling and found the solution to this dilemma we think. A while back a friend (in Qld) in conversation on the phone, told me he makes marijuana butter with M'a that he gets from his son. I told Lib this and she said she'd like to try it; it may help with her long Covid which has been persistent. So, I asked around and sourced some and made some butter. I didn't strain out the solids as my friend does, they were finally chopped in the butter and ingested with the butter and biscuit. Lib wasn't happy with it, said it made her dizzy. It was sitting there in the fridge, so I started having it on a bickie when I had a bath, as I usually do with my dips from the Greek ladies.
This morning the numbness in the hands came while I was talking to Lib. With the help of google she found that a common side effect of edible M'a is exactly that, pins and needles and numbness in the hands and feet. I don't like it so that's the end of that experiment. The source where I got it said he'd take the rest back and make an oil out of it (he has a still) that you take by one drop under the tongue.
Life is a learning experience. I'm relieved I'm not having a stroke or heart attack. Or am I? I'm having trouble using my left index finger to push the Shift key. Good thing I married a nurse.
Seriously, I'm sure I'm fine. We are going to visit ex-neighbour Helen this arvo. She's in Estia Aged Care here. We visited a few weeks ago and I have some nice orange chocolate for her. It was enlightening to visit her. She recognised us no prob, seems well and happy, and we joined in the carpet bowls with the residents for their activity session. The sad thing was seeing so many old people in wheelchairs, on frames and in various stages of dementia.
There but for the grace of God. There's something to be said for going out quickly with a stroke or heart attack. Better that than a partial freak out that leaves you severely incapacitated and at the mercy of what may be.
