I’m not quite out of action, but not far from it, thanks to popping a tiny blister on my finger over a week ago now.
The bloody thing got infected and the infection started to spread up my arm.
Pain has been excruciating, which has come as a total surprise considering how small the original blister was, and I have barely slept in a week filled with visits to the dermatologist and being pumped with increasingly large and frequent doses of painkillers and antibiotics.
It finally appears as though the drugs are working and the swelling has subsided and the infection beginning to retreat.
I’m not the only ailing body in the Kangaeroo household, though, with poor Dino finding it tough after having developed stomach troubles because we fed her too much human food.
I’m filled with guilt at not having given her a healthier diet as I watch the normally exuberant dinosaur hunch over in a ball near the warmest parts of the keyboard to keep herself warm and get some relief. Once again, her state reminds me of a lifelong record of failure to fulfill duty to care.
A little more successful attempts at looking after something can be seen in the garden, parts of which are absolutely thriving to my delight, easing the pain of being mostly stuck inside at a time of the year when the outside is at its best.
Our jacaranda, in some ways the majestic centerpiece of the garden, has started to sprout leaves, which is a little earlier than I’d expected, and I hope it will finally flower this year. It has failed to flower since 2022 and we tried to rectify the situation by covering it over the winter.
There’s no such problems in other areas, with the rhododendrum, white paperbark teatree, bush rosemary, grevillea and hardenbergia among the plants whose spring blossoms are providing delightful gifts every day. The starlings are also delighted and apparently don’t mind copping an eyeful from the kangaroo spa on our back gate.
