Here’s a link to a previous post which explains the origin of this idea.
… that I’ve had glass in my foot for most of this year, despite the efforts of Himself (at the time), my Podiatrist on two separate occasions, a hospital nurse, a nurse at my doctor’s surgery, my doctor and an X-ray machine (which showed no evidence of its existence). But, after all this, there’s a sliver still in there. I’m on the second treatment designed to draw it out of my foot, after 30 minutes of poking around with a needle and tweezers left me bleeding and unable to walk on it, as well as proving unsuccessful.
… that I need to find a new Podiatrist (see above). He also mis-diagnosed me with plantar fasciitis when it was a piece of glass he’d missed (twice). I’m getting really cross (British for spitting mad) because I’m really struggling to find a convenient replacement, which may explain why he’s been so complacent.
… that an unexpected text notifying me of a re-arranged mammogram can still render me a shaking mess, when the appointment notification arrives ahead of the explanatory letter. The letter (apparently) explains the right side image was blurry and needs to be re-done. I had to be reassured of that fact multiple times, as it’s the same side where I had cancer 15 years ago. It being nearly 3 weeks since the previous mammogram, I was just starting to relax. The fear never bloody goes away.
… that cremated ashes are surprisingly heavy. It may not have been the best of ideas to pick up my Mum’s ashes on the day after my back went. I had to laugh at my chiropractor’s response when I told him: “could there be a psychological aspect to that statement?” Sometimes he can be too darn clever.
… that even when the phlebotomist puts in the needle without you feeling a prick, you can still end up with quite the bruise. I further learned that my needle phobia is well and truly behind me, as I was able to watch the blood being drawn with interest and no tension. It only took till I was nearly 70 to get that monkey off my back! 😁
… that not using the tumble dryer much (due to electricity being expensive) has caused my combo washer-dryer to stop working. Fortunately it’s still under warranty, so it both got fixed and I learned a lesson in how to avoid this happening in the future. It turns out that lots of days are – indeed – school days. Hopefully this lesson will work, whereas the lesson delivered a month ago when the same thing occurred, proved worse than useless.
… that I like the taste of Antelope – which are words I never expected to say, mostly because I never expected to be eating Antelope. I can report it’s a lovely lean meat, not gamey at all, and just meaty enough in flavour without being overwhelming for those (like me) who struggle a bit with red meat. They were in burger form, and I might even prefer them to beef – although I’d need another try to make sure. Anyway, if you see them and you aren’t vegan or veggie, they might be worth a try.
… that I don’t much like working on a weekend. I have done weekend work way back in the dawn of time when in my twenties and working for an advertising agency. Anyone working on a pitch to win a new client had to work weekends while carrying out their normal duties during the week. When work was slow during the summer months, made worse by the time I was unable to work while back-hurted, I added a few weekend slots in an attempt to catch up a bit. I did not enjoy the lack of a proper break, but I guess that’s the biggest difference to get used to between being salaried and being a freelancer – no work, no pay.
… that there’s an increasing amount of noise that Jack Lowden (who plays River Cartwright in the Slow Horses series) is going to be the next Bond. I heard that Gary Oldman is working hard to keep the Slow Horses cast together for future series, and I imagine this would have an impact if the rumour turns out to be true.
… that you can get sex toy christmas tree ornaments – in bright shiny pink no less. If you want to see it for yourself, here’s a link 🫨 🫨 🫨
What have you learned recently – good or bad, ordinary or odd?
© Debs Carey, 2026
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