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Tuesday, February 22nd, 2011
2:52 pm
No title (part one)
Last summer I noticed I was becoming ever more breathless after even minor exertion. The months of Autumn and early Winter become a long crescendo of busyness in my business and I just assumed my emphysema was taking its protracted course. By Christmas, when the gong sounds for close of play (until the January stragglers all order at once in the first ten days) and everything has to be finished I was needing help carrying parcels which was disconcerting but the job was more important. It's always stressful and difficult but this season I struggled more than ever.

Once the madness became stiller I mde a doctor appointment and was sent for an x-ray. The result was back in less than two days: they'd made an appointment for me to have a CT scan ten days later on 27th January. I'd been waiting for my mother's Will to pass Probate for 15 months and on Tuesday 18th January I finally collected the cheque which I took to the bank. The 10 minute walk from my car to the bank took 20 minutes and I was totally exhausted. I was getting worse each day and was seriously thinking I'd be dead before my scan appointment. I knew I had to see the GP and that he would send me straight to hospital. So I went and got a haircut and phoned the GP who agreed to see me the following morning and sent me straight to hospital where I was admitted very briskly after a brief triage. So far so good-ish, the system was w*rking.

I was admitted to a surgical ward and since no one had been able to make a clear diagnosis I defaulted to the to surgeon's list. He was due to pronounce on me the next day, Thursday 20thst. That evening I realised I was in the ward where my father died, of MRSA after successful heart surgery. I could hardly breathe and whenever I moved I felt a large something in my chest slip and slide about causing terrible discomfort. I'd only been able to eat light meals for a week or so before and so was not strong. The following morning a young doctor examined me and asked me all the questions the admission doctor had asked and some time later another came and did the same. When I asked if the answers were in my file he said they were and couldn't explain why he had to ask a third time. He did say the Senior Consultant surgeon, whom he described as "a man of few words" would be round soon and in due course the pompous ass hove into the ward with a flotilla of students, housemen and other random medics. Not only did he not address me at all, he didn't even look at me this the young docor read him my notes and the juniors looked on, making their own notes. He poked and prodded the bit that hurt most and ordered "Send him for a scan". A few of the minions asked me the same questions all over again, totally oblivious to the difficulty I was having speaking.

A scan was duly booked for Friday afternoon and a note put above my bed saying "clear liquids only". I was put on a drip and given oxygen, that did help but the oxygen was so dry it dehydrated me and I didn't know it could be humidified so I had to take the mask off to sleep. The next morning I was told the scan had been cancelled and later told it had been rearranged for Saturday. I was still on clear liquids only but there was no doctor to prescribe another drip so I was heading for my third day of fasting. At this point whatever was congesting my lungs was so bad I could barely swallow water and had to have painkillers injected. My breathing was so shallow I could hardly sit up yet lying prostrate made matters worse. I was close to panic, in the ward my father died in.

The night sister was sweet and looked after me very well, she gave me Tramadol to relieve the pain but a few minutes later I dry retched them up. There was a night nurse there, a very big man with cropped hair and a very loud voice with a strong London accent who shouted at the female nurses as if they were idiots and stomped around the rooms singing, at night. His name was Peter. He clearly intimidated all the staff like that. He was telling the sister, unnecessarily loudly, how something had not been done properly during the day and because of the risk of infection whoever did it should be on a disciplinary, even though such comment wasn't his job. I asked him to keep such conversations private as it upset me, my dad having died there. He sneered at me and carried on. Later that night, at 4am, my mouth felt so dry and foul I decided to go and clean my teeth. I thought "I can't sleep and I've got all night, I'll just move very slowly, it'll stop the boredom and fear and make me feel better". I was just finishing round the back of my lower molars when I heaved and went into a spasm of convulsions as the congestion semed to close off my windpipe, I rang the emergency bell.

Peter burst into the bathroom, saw me holding the toothbrush and said "I'd wait until you've finished heaving before cleaning your teeth if I was you buddy". I turned as best I could and slowly said "O shut up". He read that as patient abuse and left, taking the night sister with him. It took me 15 minutes to recover sufficiently to to go to the nurses' station where I wanted to tell him I retched because I was cleaning my teeth and wasn't cleaning my teeth after retching but he saw me approach and stomped off down a further corridor. I tried to explain to the nurse there who just shrugged.

The next morning I was given some evil clear liquid to drink prior to my scan. I was supposed to drink half a litre of it, I managed about 100ml. I was portered to the scan suite and done in a jiffy thought the contrast medium delivered intravenously burned and scared me it was ok really. Back on the ward I had some rather nice tomato soup but it didn't stay down long. Third day of no nourishment at all and no one to prescribe a drip because the junior doctors on duty didn't actually know a diagnosis.

Sunday came and went and I had quite a few visitors which lightened my spirits though physically I was in great distress. By late afternoon it occurred to me that I could probably manage sweetened lemon water and it would probably do me a power of good so I phoned CJ's mum and asked for a lemon, which she brought a short time later. Then the shift changed and Peter was strutting round like cock o' the ward. I needed sugar but didn't want to ask him, I felt so intimidated so the man in the next be pressed the button. Peter strode into the ward and my neighbour explained that I couldn't reach my button but I wanted some sugar. "What do you want sugar for?" demanded Peter, "to make lemon water" I answered. So he checked I was not diabetic (it would say above my bed and in my notes if I had been), returned to the ward and snatched my carefully squeezed drink, spilling some as he did. He came back moments later and had shovelled two heaped desertspoonfuls of sugar into my glass and slammed it down on my table, spilling more and this time it was sticky. There was a thick sludge of undissolved sugar at the bottom of the glass so I got another glass and decanted what I could and diluted it further. I did end up with two glassfuls of good lemon water which I sipped throughout the night.

The next morning I felt much better than previously. By this time people had been reporting that I was near death and I had a constant stream of visitors throughout the day.
Thursday, September 9th, 2010
2:58 pm
Writer's Block: Homeward bound
How would you describe your dream home?

Dreamy
Friday, May 7th, 2010
4:36 pm
Dear Tory Haters
Dear Tory Haters,

Let's get this clear from the start, I believe Thatcher did much more harm than good, in fact I've had a strong Socialist sympathies ever since her wrecking spree.

I also hope that the Tories will very soon ditch their archaic stance on gay rights. The world has long ago moved on from their view and I'd hope and expect them to get dragged into the 21st Century on that quite soon.

So here's the question, leaving out those two issues, which particular policy/ies of theirs are you so opposed to?

Could it be their opposition to compulsory ID cards? Maybe it's because you worry they'd bring back the financial regulators with powers to regulate, which GB abolished in the 90s? Maybe it's something less controversial like devolving some powers back to local authorities or localised healthcare provision.

Perhaps they'd consult with employers and universities about education standards amongst their job and course applicants. Could it be they'd (wrongly, of course) listen to and act on the advice of the experts they appoint to advise them in matters like drug control.

Imagine a judiciary which was allowed discretion, so that judgements could be made considering circumstances and not just the letter of the loosely drafted law? We used to have that before hundreds of laws were enacted creating offences with no mitigation and which make it so that almost anything you do or say could be used to arrest you on suspicion - Habeas Corpus? Not in such cases ... weeks on end with no sight of daylight and no presumption of innocence.

More surveillance can only be a good thing in a free country, right? Every text, email and tweet scanned for keywords and stored, every phone call permanently logged, more cameras, tiny hidden cameras and hidden microphones, all in the interest of public safety. Just like in ... er, no other country has embraced hi-tech surveillance of the whole population quite like New Labour's "United" Kingdom. They took 1984 as a How To Rule guidebook.

And all paid for by borrowing like dysfunctional children playing a game against wily international financiers.

Deffo man the barricades and torch shopping centres if anyone challenges any part of those vital principles of the New Labour Project.
Sunday, January 10th, 2010
6:52 pm
Hello
Happy 2010 to everyone who sees this.

It seems LJ lives and I for one am thrilled to find it so.
Tuesday, April 28th, 2009
4:14 pm
Monday, April 6th, 2009
6:42 pm
Thank you morningstar_lj for bringing this most amazing costume event to wider attention!

Current Mood: impressed
Friday, March 27th, 2009
8:27 pm
I didn't know
How much I like metal, my taste must be changing with age I reckon.

Current Mood: Rocking!
Tuesday, March 17th, 2009
12:11 am
Wednesday, March 4th, 2009
10:14 pm
Writer's Block: Chatty
Do you prefer texting or talking on the phone?


Talking.

Txt is only good for short, informative messages. I don't see too well so txt is quite a nuisance, I usually just call back to answer anyway. Recently zombina txted me gibberish (with gloves on) knowing I'd ring her back.

Txt is good but it's no substitute for a voice call.
Thursday, February 5th, 2009
12:22 am
There's another one that got away
I never did see The Cramps strange to say.

UPDATE: The Official Statement (from Girlie Action, The Cramps’ media representatives):

For Immediate Release:
February 4, 2009

Lux Interior, lead singer of The Cramps, passed away this morning due to an existing heart condition at Glendale Memorial Hospital in Glendale, California at 4:30 AM PST today. Lux has been an inspiration and influence to millions of artists and fans around the world. He and wife Poison Ivy’s contributions with The Cramps have had an immeasurable impact on modern music.

The Cramps emerged from the original New York punk scene of CBGB and Max’s Kansas City, with a singular sound and iconography. Their distinct take on rockabilly and surf along with their midnight movie imagery reminded us all just how exciting, dangerous, vital and sexy rock and roll should be and has spawned entire subcultures. Lux was a fearless frontman who transformed every stage he stepped on into a place of passion, abandon, and true freedom. He is a rare icon who will be missed dearly.

The family requests that you respect their privacy during this difficult time.


Current Mood: down
Sunday, February 1st, 2009
7:45 pm
Writer's Block: Left Behind
What do you want done with your body after you die?


I'd like to be buried (unpreserved) under a fruit tree and that people should know I was there when they eat the fruit, or preferably make cider :-D
Friday, January 30th, 2009
2:43 am
Rosie Lugosi in Liverpool
These are the words on the flyer. Count me in ...

NWDAF & Dadafest in association with the Unity Theatre present:
BLOOD AND GLITTER!
Gory Gory Alleluia! It’s Rosie Lugosi - for one night only!
The Unity Theatre, 1 Hope Place
Liverpool, L1 9BG
Tuesday 10th February 2009, 8pm.Tickets £8 / £5 concessions
'Greetings Mortals... I do hope you're all sitting uncomfortably.'

Lock up your daughters, hold on to your hats and keep your hand on your jewels… prepare yourself for the Vampire Queen, Rosie Lugosi, bitch goddess top femme dominatrix from Hell in an extraordinary evening of vaudeville, comedy, cabaret and burlesque –

featuring a cornucopia of daring and delicious performers, including Bollywood Superstar Jonathan Mayor, and burlesque beauties Diva Hollywood, Millie Dollar and Violet Va Voom!
There’ll be twisted tunes and perverted poetry, killer curves and killer fangs, hisses and kisses.
So give a warm hand – and throat – to the boot-stomping, whip-cracking, neck-biting, out-all-nighting, tongue-lashing, nail-slashing, Rosie Lugosi.
Tuesday, January 27th, 2009
10:29 pm
Spreading the joy
Rosie asked me to spread these words:

For all you Lash fans Rosie Lugosi is doing a one-off cabaret / burlesque show in Liverpool on the 10 February.

BLOOD AND GLITTER! Gory Gory Alleluia! It's Rosie Lugosi - for one night only! The Unity Theatre, 1 Hope Place Liverpool, L1 9BG Tuesday 10th February 2009, 8pm.Tickets £8 / £5 concessions 'Greetings Mortals... I do hope you're all sitting uncomfortably.'

Lock up your daughters, hold on to your hats and keep your hand on your jewels… prepare yourself for the Vampire Queen, Rosie Lugosi, bitch goddess top femme dominatrix from Hell in an extraordinary evening of vaudeville, comedy, cabaret and burlesque –

featuring a cornucopia of daring and delicious performers, including Bollywood Superstar Jonathan Mayor, and burlesque beauties Diva Hollywood, Millie Dollar and Violet Va Voom! There'll be twisted tunes and perverted poetry, killer curves and killer fangs, hisses and kisses. So give a warm hand – and throat – to the boot-stomping, whip-cracking, neck-biting, out-all-nighting, tongue-lashing, nail-slashing, Rosie Lugosi.

so there they are.

I'll be going and hope to see all of you there!
Monday, January 26th, 2009
1:39 pm
Y'all know I'm hostile towards Apple in general.

So why do I ♥ Woz?
Friday, January 23rd, 2009
9:07 pm
Politics Schmolitics
I thought I was more right wing than that! Obviously my natural niceguyness translates into libertarian socialism.

My Political Views
I am a left moderate social libertarian
Left: 3.18, Libertarian: 1.68

Political Spectrum Quiz
Monday, January 19th, 2009
1:40 am
I'm sure some of you will enjoy this
The piglet squid


Read about it here.
Saturday, January 17th, 2009
12:40 am
The T-Mobile Dance

ZOMFGWTFetc!!!!!11111
Friday, January 16th, 2009
3:24 pm
Start wearing purple
Or carry on if you already do.
This = why.

:-D
Monday, January 12th, 2009
4:23 pm
Football history
From Wikipedia:

"Busby was sold to Liverpool [from Manchester Citeh] for £8,000 on 12 March 1936, having made more than 200 appearances for Manchester City.

He made his debut for the Reds just two days later, on 14 March, away to Huddersfield Town; the match ended in a 1-0 Liverpool defeat. Busby opened his goalscoring account a month later – his 47th minute strike helped his team to a 2–2 draw with Blackburn Rovers at Ewood Park. Busby soon made the number 4 shirt his own, ousting Ted Savage in the process. He rarely missed a game over the following three seasons. This consistency earned Busby the Liverpool captaincy and he led the club with great distinction. Along with Jimmy McDougall and Tom Bradshaw, Busby made up what is considered by many to be the best half-back line Liverpool had ever had.[7]

Bob Paisley joined Liverpool from Bishop Auckland in 1939, and it was Busby who took him under his wing and showed him the ropes at Anfield. This led to a lifelong friendship between two of the most successful managers in English football history. The Second World War arrived soon after, and with it came an end to Busby's playing days. Like many of the Liverpool playing staff, he signed on for national service in the King's Liverpool Regiment."


Ferguson must've loathed him!
Thursday, January 8th, 2009
7:26 pm
Shoo!
Shoe pr0n has returned to my life.

I was distracted by the wares at Garden of Shoes eBay shop, can this really be safe for w*rk?

Current Mood: Distracted
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