I don’t have favourite tea; all, even those I have yet to try are special and hold a happy opportunity. Black tea, I take when I return home from work at 5.30pm or a little earlier at the weekend when the afternoon begins to fade at about 4pm; sometimes, with a cake or biscuit. The one I have at the moment is called Tippy Yunnan. It is a very forgiving tea and allows me merely to use boiling water (others are a little more tender and prefer 80 degrees) and steep it 2 or 3 times. While it is deliciously smooth; the first steep simply sparkles. Thereafter, the flavour softens and becomes comforting as the night draws in. Black tea is known for its anti inflammatory qualities, so lately after the leaves are completely steeped I add some camomile flowers, that also has healing characteristics along with aids to a restful sleep.
I have a nice teapot bought in a charity shop that gives tea time a sophisticated air albeit a little out of focus!
My daily blog post has been difficult these last few weeks. I thought returning to work even for a few hours might make it all better and of course it will in time. As I write I hear that little voice ‘What is the rush?’
After a lifetime of commitment and routine, why should I not consider my welfare and health for a week or so? It hard to believe I am deserved and entitled to this merely because I have paid into a National Health Service.
So being back at work albeit between painkillers and attached, at times to the TENS, it was good catching up on emails, booking next year’s annual leave and looking at a few books.
I am tired of writing about my recent demise, but being away from my place of work I feel bereft of ideas and inspiration. Even, this week returning with a ‘phased’ doctor’s note I am still unable to use the surrounds positively in my daily blog post; it just doesn’t seem appropriate.
Even with the AlphabeThursday that came to a natural close last week and is not directly related to the library; I struggle for inspiration. I am incline not to partake in this round until I feel better.
But this is silly!
I reflect on daily life since being confined to home for the last few weeks, alone and in pain for hours at a time. I have learned to break the day up with pleasant interludes; snack-ettes and tea breaks to coincide with the pain control. These rituals are not new, they are part of a recovery plan not this most recent, but probably as I came from the womb. Comforting actions to revive, motivate, strengthen in times of hardship, grief and down-heartedness. I have tried other remedies, some extreme, maverick, inappropriate, some perhaps more suitable I have continued and maintained.
Tea drinking has remained a favourite and stood me in good stead for the past few weeks.
I have been drinking tea since I was a child (except when I was drinking some more harmful fluids to get enhanced joys) then, milky and sweet; dropping the sugar and milk later.
It was much later when I began acupuncture during my menopause (15 years ago) and the practitioner recommended green tea and introduced me to to a supplier of fine Chinese tea and thus my relationship with tea developed and a means to celebrate my well being rather than regret my passing fertility.
So, in a bid to revitalise my blog posts I begin a new AlphabeThursday with the Art of Tea. A is for Anne at Attic Tea, Acupuncture and the queen of Camellia.
Not wanting to dwell on the last few weeks. Just to celebrate my ‘phased’ return to work and some dry points done as I attempted to ‘work’ for an hour or two yesterday.
Six weeks into absence from work; the pain is now manageable and the mood is better. I cannot attribute one thing to this improvement, but it has not been without considerable effort. It would have been easy to succumb to the original medical advice and taken prescribed drugs and to be honest I was keen to be pain free. Little did I know these so called medicines where harmful even in the short term, addictive and were not guaranteed as a long term cure!
I am pleased that although I am not yet drug free or even pain free; I am in control (ish) and out of the woods.
Today, I celebrate with a car journey to Essex not a million miles away but will require some sitting which still remains painful. However, I have a contingency plan and remain hopeful.
Today I send messages to those who journey today and thank those who have made it possible for me to enjoy a bit of normality …
A week or so back I planted some lily of the valley tubers … I would like to draw them but without a live image I am at a loss. But the result sketched while grizzling in my gloom a day or so back is pleasing.