All Quiet on the Painting Front.....

This is the title for this post that I eventually plumped for - initially I was going to go with "A Room with No View" and then I considered "Hors de Combat".....!

Last Friday, I had what may be euphemistically described as a number of "loose motions" throughout the day. By the time I left work, earlier than usual at around 4pm, I did not feel too good at all. By the time I  arrived home 40 minutes later, I felt worse. Despite the summer, low twenties centigrade temperature, I put on a sweat shirt because I had the shivers. Within an hour, I was in bed, and there I stayed, for the next sixty hours or so, with the exception of a trip to the the toilet every 60 to 90 minutes - it was a bloody miserable time! I drank a little but ate nothing for at least the first thirty six hours, and in two days lost 6.5 kg in weight!

It sounds counter intuitive, but I was too sick over the weekend to go to the doctor, only making it to the new local A&E clinic late on Monday afternoon. By then, I was more or less ok again, except that I still felt very weak and woozy. The doctor checked me out, gave me a form for blood tests next day and the nurse gave me my first ever Covid test!

On Tuesday, I went and had the blood tests then came home and waited. I have waited ever since. The Covid result is still not back, four days later, but that's ok because the blood test was so bad that the nurse at my GP told me I am too sick to go back to work at all this week - which as its Christmas Eve tomorrow, means I am off work until Mon 17 Jan!

I still feel about the same, light headed when I stand up and like I have had three or four beers on an empty stomach! At least the diarrhoea and vomiting stopped on Sunday - it is honestly the sickest I can ever remember being as an adult and felt to me as I would imagine dysentery feels...which is not good at all!

Here is a measure - since Monday, I have basically been more or less well, at home, with a perfect excuse not to do work or household chores - and in four days, I have probably forced myself to do four or five hours painting - it feels like such a missed opportunity! Today has been a bit more productive but really, I should have been able to crank through a fair few figures in that time - but the motivation  just has not been there.

The "Room with no View" .....my view of the world for about sixty hours

Three images from our back garden of the sunset Weds evening

An eight week old puppy I looked after for our neighbour for a few hours toady - it is a Christmas present for her kids with a working title of "Zippy" but likely to be renamed by the kids in a couple of days time. A very cute dog - my 22 year old daughter loved him, EVEN AFTER he peed on her bed!

Should have some toy soldier pics soon - and hopefully a result on the bloody Covid test!

Have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!