Now where did I leave my Codpiece?

Gadzooks and a hey nonny nonny my liege.....

I seem to have become a little bit Tudor England lately, not sure why but it may be the combination of the masses of new drugs, or mayhaps the donor for my organs was indeed from that period, or most likely I have become quite bored at staying in the house watching TV!!. I have been possessed  by the spirit of a yeoman or whelp from the days of Shakespeare and Marlowe.

I awoke this morningtide with a mild case of the sweating sickness which I had to overcome before making my progress to attend the leech master physik. All boded well and my humours were excellent, and instead of the usual tardyness and delay, we arrived exactly an hour later of ye clocke. Well Odds Bodkins, what a difference that did indeed make, for the slowe wayt for the physik was banished and we did see the kidney team most anon. Methinks this was amiss but did most favourably reduce the tyme from 3 houres to just 1 houre of the clock, hey nonny nonny. Rather I then made my progress to see the Apothecary, and was informed by the young serving wench to come back after the passing of one quarter of the houre. Thence did I make my way to the cart and in the company of my knave we did maketh the tryppe back to the mansion house where I did feast upon slivers of cooked meates and

caykes. After that I did nodd off and perchanced to have a snooze, until lunchtyme.

The rest of this diary will be conducted in the present day, for I have had myself purged of the Tudorness, due to complaints recieved earlier in the day. I am looking forward to a quiet weekend, with a visit from the district nurse on Saturday and Sunday to change my dressing. I have never had a district nurse before, so will be slightly intrigued to see what she looks like and what she does, (I am of course assuming it will be a "she")

To me the very idea of a district nurse sounds so archaic, almost like the Tudor fantasy I have just embarked upon. Oh well we shall see what she brings tomorrow, hopefully some dressings and a sense of humour.
Until next time dear friends Adieu Sirrahs!