It certainly is no fun at all being on holiday when you are feeling poorly, I can assure you. We left home on Friday and travelled to Opaki, in the Wairarapa, for a caravan rally. Then on to Hastings on Sunday. My poor throat has been getting worse and worse, I’ve been coughing and spluttering by day, and twice as bad by night, and my voice has almost given up the ghost. Enough is enough, we decided, and sought medical help. The Hastings Health Care Centre takes casual patients, and we spent a couple of hours there today waiting our turn. The good news is that I do not have a temperature, a strep throat, or bronchitis, pneumonia, or anything “germy”. So it is probably viral, or maybe caused by dust or pollen, and needs good old fashioned care, rest, plenty of fluids, lemon and honey drink, and “rest the voice” I was told. Mmmm, I’m not really that much of a chatterbox, but I did do quite a bit of catching up with folks we hadn’t seen in a while at the rally. The diagnosis is not too bad at all, so I’m obviously over the worst. I’m pleased I got checked out, now we can continue on our trip in a happier state of mind. Now, if only that darn cough would disappear so I can get a decent night’s sleep.
I spotted a quilt hanging in the Health Centre, made in the raggy style with exposed and fluffy seams. Called “Get the Message” it was made by Judy Barnes and Ros Lusk, and the centre blocks spell out “no drugs or alcohol in the home”. Quilts turn up everywhere, don’t they.
We are currently staying in sunny Hastings, parked up on an apple orchard. There is everything we need, power, water, ablution block, and something close to my washer-woman heart, a washing machine. Once I had returned from my visit to the doctor, a big load of clothes were in the wash with the soap powder, chugging merrily away. Then pegged it all out, to flap in the breeze and the sunshine. In my view, happiness really is clean laundry!