Yesterday's blog post had been drastically edited from the original. I am once again having some mild but annoying health issues, and I started to whine. Oh, dear! So -- remove a few words here, trim a couple of paragraphs there, add a photo and taa-daa, nice walks and ice cream!
I loathe whining. Oh, I do it well, as well as most people if not better, and there's a certain dull, childish comfort in it. But it solves nothing, cures nothing and invites hapless onlookers to indulge in well-meaning -- if often half-baked -- quack-doctoring.
The weekend had good points. It had not-so-good points and I'm starting the week with a little uncertainty -- well, so do we all, every week. I shall drink my water and take my acetaminophen and ibuprofen and in all probability, my health will be fine.
BUILDING A 1:1 BALUN
4 years ago
2 comments:
Don't forget the orange juice and chicken soup. It may not do any good, but what could it hurt?
All you've got to do is mix up a poultice of colloidal silver, hemlock, and some Mercurochrome and apply it, literally or liberally or bothb to your belly button. You'll be right as rain in a twist of a thimble.
Or something. 🤔
Take it easy Ms. Ecks.
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