Saturday, March 07, 2015
Burnt plums and painful poppings.
'Ah! Just time to pop up stairs - my office is on the first floor- an improvement on the attic where it used to be but far enough to keep me fit. I'll just pop upstairs and see if there are any exciting comments or emails.
Just when I am getting engaged in an interesting discussion on line my nostrils are assailed by a pungent burnt plum smell. The first time I managed to salvage the top layer but yesterday by the time I had emptied what still moved I was left with an inch thick, burnt black bottom on my normally silver bright pan - my most useful size now its just me.
Sheila found me massaging one of those horrid wiry pads, impregnated with pink soap which create lots of debris but leave the thick scab of burn untouched.
'Try bicarb of soda', she suggested. I knew I had an ancient pack as we used to be taught to clean the fridge with it.
Just cast your eyes on the pan above. It works! But how am I going to make myself stand over the pan with my next lot of plums?.
This week I have had reason to be grateful for helpful info on line. Although my recent wrist / arm fracture is almost back to normal with 'excellent movement' it has all taken its toll on my left shoulder which was - I now realise - badly wrenched.
This last week on occasion it has popped out and brought me - literally to my knees. In desperation I googled and got a helpful video by a doc and his daughter who acted as a model.
He illustrated three ways of dealing with it and they made sense. I certainly don't want anyone else fiddling with it and he warned that forcing anything could actually break the bone.
Meanwhile I am being extra careful dressing and undressing. As I found massaging my arm and wrist very helpful I'm doing the same with my shoulder. It brings fresh blood to the area and hopefully sweeps the gubbins away.
Any helpful comment gratefully received.