Can it be Spring already, PLEASE?
Good gods but I am going stir-crazy locked up in the house. I want to walk but it’s frigid out and walking in the house, while being exercise isn’t exactly fun or inspiring, so I’ve become even more out of shape. I’ve never felt like such a disgusting-looking person in all my life. It’s to the point where I don’t want to look at myself in the mirror and it doesn’t help that I still have a bit of residual swelling on the right side of my face from Dental Disaster, 2008. Inside I know I’m not gross but I can’t help but feel like a frumpy blob.
I went and bought spring herbs just now. It’s a tad bit early but I’m past caring. I need to do something and do it now. I couldn’t get nettle from the company I prefer, so that will have to wait until either they restock or I get to the city which houses my Alma Mater. They could both take impossibly long. But I have dandelion and wood betony and I am going to drink infusions of them like it’s a religious obligation. I also broke down and ordered flower essences from a maker I haven’t bought from for a very long time. I like her essences but they come as dosage strength only and they are *expensive*… but so worth the expense. She adds a shamanic element into making her essences that I’ve seen with no other commercial supplier and the result is very potent. What I need right now is for things to start moving, myself as well as energies and seasons.
Speaking of movement- I still haven’t had my stitches removed. This is unspeakably irritating but weather prevented me once and lack of transport will for the rest of this week. It said on my paper after the surgery that if I had been given non-dissolving stitches, I would be notified. Well, not only was I not notified, it took me a week to decide they would not dissolve since they put some strange goop over them that had me convinced that when that crap disappeared, so would the sutures. I am quite tempted to go at them with a pair of scissors but I’d probably make a horrible go of it. They are getting sore from being brushed when I clean my teeth at night. That and it feels like I have a hunk of chaw stuck under my lip. The gums themselves are remarkably… numb there but I’m unsure as to whether it’s nerve damage or all those sutures blocking my lip from resting as it ought.
I haven’t decided whether I’m adding medicinal herbs to my garden this year or not. I would like a reliable patch of chickweed (yummy!) and nettles to surprise the neighbors with when they try to vandalize my yard this year as they do every year. That, and I’d like to be sure of my nettle supply being pure. Problem is- they’ll take over and I will- quite rightly- be blamed for the eventual infestation of the town. I also want some Solomon’s Seal. I had a list somewhere. I’ll have to find it and consult it, then consult my budget. Hmmmm. I do hope the blue vervain spreads a bit more this year. Hmmmm. There it is! Agrimony and Wood Betony, possibly Cinquefoil (I might possibly find a wild specimen if I get off my duff). I will at least order chickweed seed closer to actual spring. It’s such a shame that that cursed creep-john killed my chickweed patch despite my best efforts. I’m just going to have to plant a container and keep it somewhere moist.
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