One day to go to the 17th, “Saint Patrick’s Day”. The radio is playing all the wonderful songs of my homeland on this cold Sunday morning. Arsenal play Spurs later today and if they win it will see them gaining on Chelsea who lost yesterday. I should be happily tapping my foot and singing along with the radio. More importantly, I should be wearing something green other than my green complexion. I did actually think of buying a big green bow tie at the dollar store and wearing it to church this morning, but alas I’m unable to go to church. Nor unfortunately did I get to town to buy the bow tie. My health got in the way, all week I have been too light headed and dizzy to go anywhere, I can’t stand being in the car, it makes everything worse. I’m having trouble focusing, concentrating and especially walking. So I hope you will understand my unhappy approach to the world while in my present state of health, I can tell you that green is definitely not my favourite colour this morning. Nevertheless, I feel I must make an effort to address how some people try to celebrate the Irish Saint. I absolutely detest the idea that beer,milkshakes and in particular rivers should be green on this special day. I very much doubt you will find Dubliners dyeing the River Liffey green or attempting to turn Guinness into what would probably be a nauseous shade of green. In fact the waters passing through the city of Chicago as shown in the photo, looks more like a toxic chemical spill than a celebration of Ireland. Sorry about the rant and I should perhaps try to be more gracious about the many ways of celebrating the great Irish race and their famous Saint. Its just one of those days when I feel miserable, but I shouldn’t be taking it out on my good friends and readers. I sincerely apologize and wish you all a very Happy Saint Patrick’s Day tomorrow. To my dear friend Jan I wish her a Happy Birthday in the Florida sunshine. I think I will leaving my blogging until I’m in a better frame of mind, I see the doctor on Tuesday so fingers crossed. In the meantime enjoy a glass of Irish for me and hum a happy Irish tune while you sip the golden liquid, Slainte
God Bless and keep reading (I’ll try to make my next blog cheerful, I promise!!)
My advice is that you should go to emergency although that could be another horror. But waiting that long to see a doctor with those symptoms. No way.
I have had two visits to emergency last week and see my own doctor on Tuesday, I’m now in the fifth day of a seven day treatment of pills