It's almost two months to the day since Noi and I were in Tameside General Hospital seeking attention for the nasty rash on her back that turned out to be shingles. Not the best way to spend Christmas Eve, but an absolutely necessary one that turned out for the very best since we dealt with the problem in its early stages. And a powerful reminder of the fact that matters of health come first, second and third in terms of sensible priorities.
For some reason I've been thinking a lot lately of matters of diet - not so much going on a diet, which is happily quite unnecessary at the moment, but adjusting our diet to allow for even more of the healthy stuff than we already take in (and we don't do too badly at all, I think.) I'm thinking particularly of the kind of nutrients which are believed to stave off dementia and promote the well-being of the brain.
That's the useful thing about getting old. Finally you have little choice but to get going on all the plans for self-improvement-cum-self-preservation that you've been thinking of for ages, but managing to put off. If not now, when? A sobering thought indeed.
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