January blues

2 January, in the year of our Lord 2022

Lords Day. Lay long abed, all the while with a little discomfort that reminded me of some trouble I had this six or seven weeks (though I did not devulge it to this Journall, for propriety sake, should any read of it while I am still live, though do so now, confident in the privacy of my record), when for many days with a pain upon passing my water, which did build to such climactic proporcions that I did not rest the entyre night on 23rd Nov. for the need to visit my garderobe each hour, there passing a very little water but so strong it did burn like an acid as I passed it, and it of a distinckt pink tinge. And with it come a great pain upon the contraction of the Bladder sufficient to bend me double, and of such severitie that I did almost call a hackney to send myself to Out of Hours, though crawl’d back to bed where I was warm, and in the morning assay’d my water with some magick sticks bought on the Line. There finding evidence of many Nytrites, along with plentyfull Corpuscles, both red and white, sought the opynion of young Dr. Burnett, who did weigh all evidence and pronounce that I was to take an Antebiotick twice daily for one week. And so today afeared of a recurrence or recrudiscence of the same, but Dr. Burnetts closed till Tuesday, and even then their wish is not to see a person in person, for fear of the latest iteracion of the Covey plague, but instead to consult by Calling, patient to doctor across the æther.
  Hunted in the chockerlate drawer to cheer myselfe with a simple reward but it bare, I having finished my Varietie Bag of Mini Chockerlate Bars, which was my present for Christmas from Mr. M. Jones and contayned therein Mars, Milky Way, malt Teasers, Twicks and sundry others. After supper went my mind to the opposite extreme and I begin to think to buy myself a new coach, the old being now fully thirteen years and travelled forty thousand leagues, more than any coach I ever had; and I fancy that its colour might match my new coat of fashion, which is a fine Mycrolight Alpyne Down Coat, very warm, by Mr. Rab of Sheffield, so it must be not only bright blue but perhaps even metallick, which all will envy. And so a little cheered, to bed. 

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.

One reply on “January blues”

Always keep a packet of Pearl Barley in the cupboard. Soak it in water overnight, then drink the cloudy water. CURED!


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