The gift of Gougle

20 May, in the year of our Lord 2022

This morning consulted by the Messenger with Dr. Burnet, I hoping he might prescribe an Antibiotick to assist my being able to breathe through my nose, only he fobbed me off with an antyinflammatorie called Naproxine, which I think will be of no use not even as a Placebough, and perhaps I should stock up on beet roots.

 

23 May, in the year of our Lord 2022

Up betimes, having had these two nights an excellent sleep, with my breathing restored despite Dr. Burnets treatment. After breakfast to St. Thomas Hospitalle for my follow up appointment, where, thanks be to God! reassured all found well, and discharged, and if I fall ill I may send a Messenger direct to them if I am in need, and not the pall lava of seeing Dr. Burnet again.

 

27 May, in the year of our Lord 2022

This morning rose, and, it being a great sunshine, led friends in a walk to the old dam at Water Meadow, which is now in ruins, and among them Dr. J. Edwards and his wife, who studyed at the Conservatoire in Banger, I vouchsafing to him that my mind blows hot and cold in the matter of it, that I should seek to study such a thing at the age of 389; but he is the very embodyment of reassuerence, and after, my disquiet lessened. And all in a great praise of me for leading them to such a place, where few had come before, only one or two of them, and thought my exposicion upon the Tragedie of the dam breaking, which was nearlie a hundred years since, and the great flood that befell the village below it, the best they ever heard, which joyed me greatly, though God forgive me that in my conceit I omitted that I had gougled it last night.
  Mr. M. Jones come for supper, but still all full of cold, though not one of us yet tested posytive for the Covey plague. And so to bed, where prayed to God for forgiveness for the sin of Pride but gave thanks for the gift of Gougle.