Post 488: A little rain and don’t we need it.
During the night I heard the rain. That’s a noise we haven’t heard for quite some time but I didn’t see it so does it count? Ha ha. But now the leaves will fall all the more and the fungi will start making plans for later.
My back is still a problem but the Oramorph sees it off easily unlike my thighs. I get a real big ache in both thighs in the evening when going to bed, like I’ve stayed up late and my body’s telling me to sleep, but in this case there’s little to kill the pain but sleep. I need to spread out my pain relief better I think. That’ll improve the coverage I’ve got all day.
The email I sent to the GP’s through the back door was a mistake and I have received a slapped wrist.
Although the guy explained that he wasn’t upset, he said I should not use him to triage health issues as that’s not his job.
I hear him and have learned a lesson.
But I’m sad because all I wanted was a postman for my GP.
But I won’t do it again.
Before the buy-out of this GP surgery there were people in jobs that have disappeared now and one of them was the cancer care coordinator. It was their job to ensure the cancer patients were given an ability to contact their own doctor or, if they’re not about, another doctor that can immediately help.
This was not used much but was a successful way of communicating.
Now it’s gone and the only route is Anima, the robotic AI triage, which has not got the ability to know the patient. Therefore, if I don’t write into it early enough that I’ve got cancer and a heart defect, each time you use it you will be treated like you are otherwise well apart from the issue you are writing about that day.
Because it’s not a human it’s not able to understand the background to your problem.
But this is the way it is for everyone and the robot will have to learn as it goes along; if it’s programmed that way.
A few people have told me how good I look this week, which is very nice. I think it’s the extra weight I’ve put on making my face a bit podgy. I see it in the mirror every day shaving and I can feel the extra fat around my neck and cheeks.
I’m back to my old “normal” weight now so I can stop gorging on everything in the fridge and cupboards.
Ha ha.
It’s been great while it lasted but now I’ve got to behave — or else!
In that line of thought — about my diet — I’d like to exercise more in the form of walking, but I’d like to walk with my Darling. But that’s not so easy with her daily timetable which means for the last two months the calf injury has made it impossible to go out for walks or even drive out and walk either. It’s necessary but frustrating.
As well as that I didn’t want to go out alone because of safety reasons, in case I fall and make an arse of myself, so I’ve not tried to get out and about.
I thought that going back to work might help this situation but it hasn’t yet.
Perhaps when my Darling gets more confident and strong on her legs she could get out more and help the both of us get off the sofa and bed.
The meeting at work went well, which was a real bonus, and I feel like I fit in and make my time useful.
So not only did I thank the HR rep and the shop-floor manager (both of which I know well) for the assistance they’ve given me, but they told me that from their point of view I’ve fitted in and am a welcome addition to the workforce.
That helps my confidence and makes me feel like part of the team, but with the work they’ve done to find me work, useful and testing work, I’m going to be busy for a long period to come.
That there’s work off to the horizon I’m very pleased.
Even though I only work for six hours a week it’s benefiting both the company and me and that’s all that matters.
I must check in with my friends down the road with their bungalow renovation and redesign, which has included a roof development that’s unfinished and, in the rain today, might be a problem.
I hope they have enough buckets and bowls to contain the water that gets in through the gaps.
They’re pretty resourceful and they would have shouted if they needed help, or I hope they would.
Fingers crossed.
I’m looking forward to Friday which is when my mate and my sister (Big Sis) come around for coffee and lunch inside our home or down the café, which is their choice of course.
I’ll be talking books with my mate and hopefully I’ll sort out how to write my book.
It’s time I started along that pathway and I know it.
But it’s not easy to do something for the first time — that’s my excuse anyway.
As this year progresses I realise that I’m healthier and happier than ever.
It’s something that shows in the comments of others talking to me, but the acid test was today at the hospital scanner.
The bone scan will show exactly how I am on the inside.
I’m hoping that it’s similar to the outside and that I’m doing ok.
I’m not overly worried about it but it really matters in the long term.
As an incurable I feel like the doctors can say what they like and it’s not going to worry me.
I’m an incurable and I’m indestructible too.
So do your worst, prostate cancer, I’m ready for ya.
Stay positive.
Take care.
Try and sleep well.
