Fieldays

Earlier this month we all went to the fieldays to check out whassup in rural New Zealand. Plus it is always interesting and a lot of fun. The kids enjoyed the mechanical racehorse, the real Llamas and Isaac found some chooks. He impressed the man with his nice manners and was duly given one to take home. We brought another couple to keep it company, sealed them all into a carton and carried them home.

Now that feels better!

Four days of mega anti bots and my lump is worse than ever. Being the weekend, I asked my friend Sue for opinion. I felt nervous because my niece said anything Sue does always hurts. Bad.
Sue took one look and said" This sort doesn't come out by antibiotics. It only comes out by incision."
She quickly produced a toolbox with a thousand medical things in it, scratching around looking for a scalpel.
"Do you have any local?" I asked hopefully.
Sure but it is not very effective with these lumps.
"General, maybe?"
Don't be silly Sue says and tells me to lie down on the lounge floor carpet, close to where the dog was before it died. Speaking of which Sue was into it like a hound after a hare. The deeper she dug, the more excited she got.
The only problem is that these things always stink. Half a cup of goo later I wobbled out to dinner and a movie.
Well, better out than in. And yes, I do feel way better not having to fight a heap of infection. You are a choice chick, Sue!

Things that go BUMP in the night

I have been feeling a bit sorry for myself recently. Only just got over minor surgery and then a lump that has been on my back for decades gets infected and goes gangbusters. It is uncomfortable. It smells of infection and reminds me of sheep suffering decomposing wounds. And it looks cool! Well, my niece thinks so anyway. She suggested it needed to be on the internet. You be the judge. Excuse me while I take more antibiotics.