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Frugal or Stingy

I’m getting in before lunch today.

I have had my customary morning nap and am fighting fit and ready for whatever the day brings.

Besides, I’m hungry, and I need to do more than just think about lunch; my tummy rumbles when I think about it, I need something a little more substantive. Spring rolls will be the answer. I have the makings in the fridge, and they’re quick and easy.

Evidence, one flopped flipflop

Evidence, one flopped flipflop

Now about this frugal or stingy thing. During the weekend one of my chinelos (flipflops), flopped.

Now this often happens, and indeed has happened to me before.

What do you do when one flipflop flops?

Most people chuck them away and buy a new pair.

In fact, this is exactly what happened at the botequim last week. One of the fregües‘ flipflops flopped. What did he do? Threw them both in the canal! It’s no wander our waterways are so polluted here, a point that I commented on.

When mine flopped, I had a hunt under the bed. A scary experience, because you never know what you’ll find. But, I had a fair idea. My last pair that had one flop, I threw the flopped one out and left the good one under the bed, it was a left one.

Odd, but serviceable

Odd, but serviceable

Now I have a serviceable pair of flipflops again…

The guys at the botequim called me pão duro (tight fisted) and that only I would do this.

I felt quite proud of my new flipflops.

They may not match, but they do keep my feet off the ground, to that is serviceable and extending the life of two old pairs that would have otherwise been chucked.

Am I stingy, or just being frugal?

I might add, that I do have a good pair in case I need to go further afield than the local area. One needs to keep up appearances.

It’s a dull day here today, temperature quite comfortable, and it has rained a little.

Demonstrators in London’s Parliament Square highlighted the case – image BBC

The British authorities are heartless utter bastards. They finally deported a Mauritian girl yesterday back to Mauritius, where her only relative there is the cruel uncle that they went to Britain to escape from.

Her asylum case was considered separately from the rest of the family because she was 19. The girl was at school, just a couple of weeks away from her exams in which she was expected, as an all A student, to do very well in. No bloody compassion, just heartless regulations. Surely they could have waited two weeks? Nope, yank her out of school, keep her shut up in an immigration prison camp until she was escorted to the airport like a criminal.

Bastards! Makes me ashamed to have a British heritage.

keepcalmcoloradoThe latest news out of Colorado since the legalisation of cannabis, is the death of a teen that has been attributed to the drug. So many have waited for this to say ‘I told you so’. The fact is, that he didn’t die from cannabis, but stupidity. He got stoned on cookies and fell from a balcony.

AH, I wonder how many cases of alcohol related stupidity died in the same period in which cannabis has been legal? I don’t hear any outcry about this. I would say that many more have died as a result of alcohol stupidity (inc driving).

Ketamine

I read this morning that a newer illicit use of the veterinary drug, ketamine, offers exciting therapy options for depression. Options where prozac doesn’t have any effect.

I have never been depressed, nor have I been around anyone who is depressed. I can’t remember depression ever being spoken about in my family circle at any stage in my life.

Now my thoughts on depression. Today’s lifestyles are far more stressed than they were when I was younger; this leads me, as a layman,  to associate stress with depression. If there is a relationship, how about treating depression with lifestyle changes that remove stress? That seems logical.

I don’t get stressed over anything, I don’t allow myself to get stressed, ergo, I am never depressed.

Right now, I need to avoid stress… I need to eat.

Later.

No Fizzy Dizzy Lizzy

no-alcoholWell, after yesterdays series of dizzy spells, I went to the UPA again this morning, this time my blood pressure was up a little. I got a little blue pill shoved under my tongue and started to fizz, I got poked and jabbed and had stuff pumped into me, made me pee like crazy. Four hours later, I was given another prescription and told to see an ear-nose-throat type.

In the taxi home, I remembered I hadn’t got anything out of the freezer, so there was only one solution, BBQ! Once again the waiters were surprised that I ordered a jug of fresh orange juice… this could become a habit.

I haven’t been told “No Alcohol”, I just haven’t felt like it. To me it makes sense, if you are taking pills you shouldn’t drink booze. I have been making extra fruit juice, pineapple and orange juice and banana smoothies.

So tomorrow, I am off into the city to search for an Otorhinolaryngologist, if you think that’s hard to say in English, you want to try the Portuguese version, it’s a real tongue twister. I have been given a vague idea where one hangs out.

One of the local kids banged on my gate this afternoon. “Mum wants to know if you want a kitten?”

So I may not be catless for too long.

I’m not particularly in writing mode at the moment. I actually have to think about thinking before I think, then the thinking process is a slow one, and inspiration is proportionately slow, almost inverse.

So, Later. Be good folks and hope you are having a better weekend than me.

 

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