Medication muddle

Slightly warmer today, mostly sunny with fewer clouds moving around in the sky. I was awake worrying about changing my survival routine when we go to Tenby but didn't surface from sleep until after nine. My head was clear, but my brain was half asleep and slow to get going. It meant I was late starting out for the Eucharist at St Catherine's, and I arrived just in time for the Gospel. There were nine of us this morning. Jeremy our ordinand on placement gave a brief homily. I was pleased to see him, as I remembered to take with me Hans Kung's master work on Islam, which I promised to give him. As we're away for the next fortnight, I'll miss his farewell to the Parish.

After coffee and chat, I went to the Coop on my way home to buy veggies and cough mixture for Clare, who sent me a text message while I was in church. I returned from shopping and cooked our lunch, then completed recording and editing Morning Prayer audio made the video slideshow and uploaded it for two weeks time. Now I won't have to prepare anything more until we return home from Tenby. It wasn't easy or straightforward. My thought processes were much slower. 

Ashley called me and we chatted for an hour while I was working. The break in my workflow and poor concentration made it difficult to pick up where I left off. It affected my memory badly as well. I was minded to check I have enough medication to cover the period when I'm away. Just as well I did. I'm a couple of days short of having enough to cover the full period, and not enough time to re-order, as repeat prescription processing takes a week. It's only the clot dispersal medication I'm lacking. I'll have to visit the pharmacy tomorrow to find out what I can do about this. Otherwise, I'll have to return home to collect mid-holiday or leave Tenby a few days early, just before I run out. I don't want to take the risk of running out. I wonder if this is what I've been worrying about unconsciously  during the past few nights of lost sleep.

My head began to clear after supper, so I went out and walked briskly for an hour as it was getting dark. I met Roger and Keith in Llandaff Fields, the first time on my way up. I overtook them on the way down, as they were walking at a slower pace, eliciting a comment from Keith about how fast I was. Normally when I walk briskly I'm the one that gets overtaken by everyone else between the ages of thirteen and sixty! I'm just grateful that I'm walking briskly most of the time without getting breathless. If I need to stop, it's not to catch my breath but to ease stiff legs by letting the blood circulate through relaxed muscles.

While the US blockades Iranian ports, America is depriving Iran of revenue to sustain the war. Cease-fire talks continue. No wonder there is talk of 'progress'. Trump has ordered an armed escort for commercial shipping, forcing a passage through the Straight of Hormuz, closed by Iran. Fifteen hundred ships are trapped there.  Attacks on departing ships were successfully repelled. The next day, this military operation is halted. Peace talks continue. I imagine America has proved what it can do, albeit at great risk, and also great expense. Some military commentators are observing that US weapon stocks are being used faster than they can be replaced, creating such a vulnerability with Russia watching with interest. Despite the cease-fire talks between Israel and Lebanon, Israel continues to attack Lebanese territory in its effort to root out Hezbollah militias. Will the pressure on Iran lead to withdrawal of its background support for Hezbollah? Israel's flagrant disregard for Lebanese territory and its Arab population could make it harder to dislodge embedded Hezbollah fighters. Israel is doing itself no favour with its treatment of Lebanon. The same is true with Gaza too. It merely perpetuates mutual hatred on the ground, and indignation far and wide.