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14 June, in the year of our Lord 2021

Up, but the night restless with only a little little sleep for I have found it difficult to breath through my nose these last nights, and for many previose, which hath given me a great insomnia, so after breakfast sent the Messenger to Dr. Burnett to request a course of Prenydsolone, which hath helped before to clear the matter (which I find now to be called chronic Rhinosinusities, for which I tick all the boxes), though not without adverse affects. And Dr. Burnett hath obliged so I have put myselfe on thirty grains each day with the intent to reduce after five days, which is Saturday, to 25 grains, and thence to nothing by a reduction each few days.

 

15 June, in the year of our Lord 2021 

Awake very betimes, it dawning at four a-clock, and full of beans with the Prednysolone, so after a cup of tea set to work with some wood Stayne and a little bee’s wax on a mark on one of my Spendor SA2 musical speakers, where the colour was lost, which hath been there for more years than I am able to remember, after a spillage of some liquid upon it, yet only now, shortly after sunrise and by virtue of medicacion, have I shown any inclinacion to sort it out. Conked out at two a-clock after dinner.

 

16 June, in the year of our Lord 2021

All night awake with a great deal of energie on account of the go fast pills, my mind showing a great activity which would not stop, so up and tidied a cupboard, and that being done set about some washing and to clean my bedroom, all this before seven a’clock in the morning. In the knowledge it will not last, I set to think that I should engage a mayde, as did my wife and I in Seething Lane, but it will require some thought for all did not end happily with such maydes. 

 

18 June, in the year of our Lord 2021

Vimming with brim, so today took exercise with Mr. M. Jones, where we walked around the head land at the Estuary and there saw a great many terns, more than I ever saw in my life, I think, which made a great noise and smelled a great deal from the state of their nests. Dined out of doors on sandwiches which Mr. M. Jones bought from the Co-operatife shoppe, the one of a chicken ticker and the other a cocktale of some Prawnes, together with some fried slyced potatos in a bag with some cheese and an onion, and drank some orange and passion Fruit from a bottle of light glass that you can squash and take home to recicle. Very merry. But by supper very tired. 

By andywmacfarlane

I am a retired medic who likes messing around with a bit of writing, and friends seemed to like my social media postings of "Samuel Pepys: The Covid Diaries". So I'm having a go at blogging them.

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