I mentioned pain yesterday. One of the manifestations of the crud I picked up, has been an ear infection. It has been pretty uncomfortable for days, but, last night, I couldn’t stand it anymore. By the time I was home from supper and trying to settle down for the night, the discomfort had grown extremely distracting. Furthermore, my other ear was feeling “muffled” and my throat was getting tight and uncomfortable.
So, I finally texted to an MD in town who, having read of my plight, had reached out to me. Bless this fellow, he went out in the middle of the night and came to where I am staying. He did an exam of the ear(s) and throat and prescribed some things to deal with the problem and to relieve the symptoms. This was a real work of corporal mercy. I was becoming alarmed because I have an international flight coming up. The prospect of flying with ear problems was not attractive and, frankly, it hurt like hell.
So, after first round of new meds and a halfway decent night’s sleep, I am feeling much better. I need to improve throughout the day, so I would appreciate your prayers. And add an Ave for the sawbones who came to see me at zero dark.
That said… today might be busy. I am determined to see the Moroni exhibit I missed yesterday. Tonight there is a Mass at Brompton Oratory in thanksgiving for the canonization of an Oratorian, St. Joseph Vaz. Then we must hie ourselves to the National Gallery for the Rembrandt exhibit.
Meanwhile… a view of the National Gallery after a rain shower.
Speaking of “smokiest”, yesterday I dashed to Waterloo Station to meet a clerical friend who was passing through London from the North to the South. We wound up a pub that had a coal fire… a particular smell! You don’t find too many coal fires around now.
And would that my scones turned out this light. I am a hopeless baker.
Today I made my way to the Royal Academy for the Moroni exhibit. I was glad I did. It was exquisite.
Alas I could not take photos inside.
Lunch with friends included oysters!
In the evening off to Brompton Oratory for a Mass in honor of the canonization of St. Joseph Vax, an Oratorian. Action shot.
Action shot, after Mass… Te Deum and veneration of the relic of the new saint.
A friend who was there sent this.
A marvelous church.
Then, we dashed to the National Gallery for our appointment to see the Rembrandt exhibit, which is about to end. My appreciation of the artist grew after this. Again, I could not take photos, but I took copious notes in the notebooks you readers send me from my wish list. I take lots of notes in museums.
Tonight, after the exhibit… therefore late… Welsh Rarebit. Simple and good.
I ask that you might stop and stay a prayer for God to heal my ear and take away this infection.