Michael and Trusty Assistant Gary are back toiling in the gallery extension today. More filling of walls in preparation for painting. The ordered tin sheets, which had mysteriously dematerialised last Friday, were found - at the pub, perhaps? - by Midalia Steel and delivered on site this afternoon.
Two days ago, Michael started a new drug for his restless legs at night. The tablet certainly fixed this problem. It put him into such a deep sleep that he was very difficult to wake. Due to yet another doctor's appointment, I dragged him out of bed at noon. He was back in bed by two o'clock and he finally surfaced at about six-thirty. He literally lost the whole day. We concluded that his legs' movement are better than the cure. If anyone wants a nearly full script of Sifrol, let me know!
Our reason for Tuesday's appointment was to view his dodgy right foot. The GP was mystified. Michael had a punch biopsy at the quack's treatment room yesterday. What are supposedly plantar warts are a bit more unusual with a squidgy raised rash and blistering. Hence the need for a local anaesthetic and a spot removal. That sounds like we're cleaning a carpet of undesirable material!
Michael was unimpressed with the local. He normally has a very high pain tolerance, but he reckoned the needle smarted rather a lot. Glad it was him, not me. I would have launched forth through the ceiling whilst bellowing rather unladylike language.
Having three wasted days this week has added a bit of urgency to the renovations. Hopefully, neither Michael nor Gary will succumb to injury or illness for the last week or so. We only have to attach the tin sheets to the Eastern wall, make a new framed temporary back wall, paint all the walls and fix the front door... Michael is still supremely confident we'll be ready on time for the opening.
*Whispers* slave labour welcome!
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