Well it’s quite a few weeks since I have updated my blog – for a number of reasons. One is that I have had a visit from the Black Dog. My mindset is now such that I want to get mobile but everything is still such a big effort. Quite frankly haven’t even bothered turning the computer on and since I have returned from hospital I have had to type everything with one finger on my left hand which I got fed up with doing. Now I can sit for a little time so I can type with two fingers which is a great improvement.
So what has been happening since my absence without leave? The nurse still comes to dress my remaining hotspot but they only come on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Tom-ass is still misbehaving and I am still not getting a regular output and as I sit on the edge of the bed gingerly typing this I can see his bag – empty as usual and I just know that he is waiting until I go into a deep sleep when he will decide to disconnect himself and make an unholy mess everywhere. I am still feeling bunged up after everytime I eat anything and I told the nurses and on Friday my G.P. turned up unannounced. How’s that for service?
Sleeping is something I have virtually given up on. If it’s not waiting for Tom-ass to do his dirty deed then it’s just a case of only dozing for an hour and waking up soaked in sweat. Still that’s enough of my moaning. Worse things do happen at seas as we have already discussed. One of my council colleagues has just lost her husband when she has battled cancer so valiantly for a number of years.
The weather has curtailed my excursions to the club – the wheelchair doesn’t like the snow and it also prevented me from starting my walking project but this weekend I made it to the club on Saturday and Sunday because the snow has all gone. Picko was out on Saturday night playing bingo again and he left at about ten thirty. I asked him if he had a new frock to try on and we got into a discussion about his basque still fitting him. The mind boggles!
There were half a dozen young ladies came dressed up to the nines. Most were around six feet tall and wore gravity defying strapless tops. They were all extremely well endowed and as they jigged and wobbled about the makeshift dance floor many of the old fellers were having palpitations as they watched! I thought our first aider was going to need the automatic defibrillator. As my dear old dad would have said, as he did many times when he saw a strong boned well endowed female, “God bless the welfare state! One of them got on the singer’s microphone and said they were celebrating one of their birthday’s “which is crap in January” Unfortunately the singer started singing ballads which curtailed their antics. It was a pity he misread their mood – or maybe they frightened him!
One of them who I knew came over and gave me a hug and wished me well after my cancer ordeal which was nice, honest and appreciated.
