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Today I managed to talk to a nurse about my gouty feet. Actually, when I say ‘talk’ I mean that we had an online chat where she asked me questions and I answered them. It took a while (I assumed she was also dealing with other people at the same time) but, finally, I had two things that finally filled me with joy.
It has taken me a long time to get an appointment at vårdcentralen but, the nurse I chatted to, slotted me in for one. Okay, it’s not for a month but at least it’s a definite date. More importantly, I hope, she told me to get to a chemist and buy some Naproxen for the pain and inflammation. That will be number one task tomorrow.
In saying all that, the foot was a bit better today though I’m pretty sure I’ve typed those words a few times already this year. Chickens are not being counted. Maybe after dosing myself up a bit, hope might spring a bit. Who knows? Certainly not me.
The word ‘hope’ always reminds me of a play I directed once. It was called The Follies of Calandro and was written, mostly by Bibbiena in 1513. Bibbiena borrowed a lot from the Roman writer Plautus. There were also a few additions from me.
One of those additions, created during rehearsal just because I thought it was funny, was for one character to sigh and wistfully repeat the word ‘hope’ whenever anyone else said it.
For instance:
ONE: I hope things turn out okay.
TWO: [Sighing] Hope.
ONE: [Looks at TWO questioningly as if wondering where they came from and why]
Very simple and, at times, funny. Particularly in threes.
Anyway, if someone says ‘hope’ I will often repeat it quietly and wistfully. If I read or write the word ‘hope’ the repetition happens in my head.
Not that that has much to do with anything.
The original play can be read here. However, my version is unavailable given it was so long ago that it has faded into that pit of desolation called After the Show is Over. Mirinda was in it so she could possibly be asked if further information is required.
So, apart from the nurse, my day was devoid of much else apart from cooking a couple of new Turkish dishes for lunch then dinner. I figured Mirinda needed something new to eat given she’s been living on her own limited menu for the last month.
So, dull and, mostly, inactive. A bit like Freya is, a lot of the time.
I’m really not sure why I write on days I have nothing to say.
