The silver lining
*Boring post alert*
This post is purely another public service announcement. I mentioned the other week that I surprised myself in face-planting the footpath, took the day off and walked to the chemist to buy some wound supplies (yes, it was a fascinating post). The sequel is, that when I was in the chemist I picked up these elastoplast patches that said “silver healing” and were basically just adhesive pads like I was looking for for my hand but with silver ions in them, which are supposed to aid wound healing. So I bought some, without too much thought or research into the phenomenon. If I do think about it, I am something of a sceptic, because I wonder whether in fifty years time they’ll discover that absorbing metal ions is not such a great idea, like the ladies of old who died from using face powder containing Lead. I also bought Vitamin E oil, because we all know Vitamin E is good for wounds, and at least it’s not a metal.
Anyway, turns out that my chin was mostly only a shallow graze in any case, but at night I smothered it in the oil then went to bed with a magic silver patch on my face. It’s hard to know without any sort of “control” experiment here (I should have thought to enlist one of you to face-plant the footpath and then not use silver-healing patches) but I think it made a big difference. A couple of the people who saw me at Connect Group on the Wednesday night with my festering chin then looked at me on Sunday night at church and said “wow – you can hardly even see that thing on your chin anymore”. So, should you face-plant the footpath, and you’re willing to risk metal poisoning, you should try them.
The sequel to my previous public service announcement is that I could get quite hooked on Long Tall Sally. Nice clothes arriving in the mail is too easy, and almost as much fun as good books arriving in the mail. I bought a few things and liked them so much that I bought a few more. Now I have to stop. Like all these online stores they now send me emails, and it works, because I look at them and get ideas … But can I just take this (never-before-encountered) opportunity to declare to the world that I am short and small! The 36 inch trousers are too long (they go up to 38 inches! - I am just a stumpy thing), and the medium-sized clothes are too big. I would have worked this out if I’d read the size guide properly, but I couldn’t bring myself to order “small” over the internet initially, just in case. Once I worked it all out I ordered a jumper from their outlet store, which was described as “oversize”, and “small" was sold out so I got “extra-small” and it is plenty big enough. Of course, it would fit just about everybody reading this post, but that is not the point – the point is that on my label it says “extra-small”. It is nice not to have to up-size things to get some extra length. Anyway, it's not opp-shopping, but the exchange rate is very good at the moment, and for what they are the clothes aren't expensive, according to me – but I still have to stop!