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amputation anyone?
01:22 Jan 26 2014
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For almost a week I’d been describing my right arm as having ‘seventy per cent mobility and a hundred per cent pain.’



Well, on Wednesday I took my arm to the doctor’s, keeping it company as it went.

We talked of the offending appendage then she responded by saying, “Well, we haven’t had an xray on the right shoulder, now have we?”



So, on Thursday after the housework, Dad gave me a lift to Clatterbridge Hospital on a very bright, yet very blowy day. Need I add the wind was cold?



One good thing, I hadn’t had to remove my Ankh this time. Although for the second shot I’d swung it round to the left shoulder, so ‘the detail could be seen.’



Anyway, I then travelled to Wirral Met. At The Pyramids, to pick up the personal portfolio of work, being told by Lesley, who I’ve worked with, “The qualification will be sent to you…”



I’d got home, acquired a show I’d wanted and had a coffee then gone to sign on, where I’d been kept waiting for ages… till eventually I was signed on oldstyle and told she’d see me again…



Come the evening I went to voluntary work, where for once there were more volunteers than clients and, I’d almost not been needed…

When I was a kid...
01:56 Jan 18 2014
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When I was a kid and stayed off school, ‘coz I was ill I would be told, “If you’re well enough to get up to watch t.v. you’re well enough to go to school…” Well, I guess I still follow that principle. Wednesday before bed, Dad had made mention of the windows being dirty. Come Thursday I’d had near full use of my right arm, so after helping with the housework and seeing to Dad’s bed I had cleaned the windows as he had intimated. In the afternoon I went to pick up a script. I had asked the girl on reception to take a note for my doctor, about my eighty per cent loss of my right arm. After I’d spoken she had said with wide eyes, “So, do you want to see someone then?” I had responded sadly, “I’ve told of the impingement to my spine. Nothing can be done for it. It just, is as is.”



Later as I was serving meals at the door with Marc and Faye the ‘new girl’ one of the fellas’ I like had made a knowing remark about my depression leading to an awareness of intelligence, which I thought astute. After serving someone else I’d asked him when he thought I’d had my first breakdown, out of interest. He’d guessed earlier than eleven; but then, as it happens, he’d had his first at eight. Well, if I’d felt tired at the start of the evening, I’d been shattered at the end of it…



Well, Friday was a hoot, making beds and shopping, with my arm as it is. At least come the end of the night I was able to sit and type it out, albeit slowly…

'es 'armless
23:28 Jan 15 2014
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Come the weekend Barry and I went to Bury. We had tried to make a video much as we had in Llandudno, with a vista behind us of hills. Everytime one of us had spoken we both corpsed and the video ended up being the two of us giggling; like inane children. I’d then spent the weekend tidying up photo’s in Photoshop, like I’d been working in a darkroom, which I’d enjoyed something rotten. And, I’d got two chapters of my new story worked on… That had me really chuffed, as this new character I’ve created really pleases me, as once again it’s so different from what came before…

And, the weather of late maybe freaky freezing in America, here it’s freaky stormy and I’m thankful I live where I do, as the Wirral and this bit of the North West hardly seem to be bothered by the worst of the weather, that’s done so much damage to much of England. Heck, when I went for my Dads meds Tuesday afternoon, it had rained. But then it had turned sunny and, the day had stayed pleasant for my walk… Come my work on the PC for the dole, their page fell down… needles to say, I knew to write it up, or face possible sanction, again…



Boy, the recent damp weathers got to my joints though and, they ache pretty well all the time. Though that said, I’m glad I’m not in South Dakota, where I learnt that the weather was minus fifty. Hell that’s duvet weather!



And Barry called Friday evening and enjoyed a piece of the Baileys Cheesecake that Lucie had left for me and Dad, on her travels. And, as we ate it we began to talk of the weekend and what we had planned and I had played ‘Real Steal’. As we talked we had a little Southern Comfort, which had been, on a cold dank evening.



And I got hold of ‘Missionary Man’ the Dolph Lungren film, again. I noticed this time, that the production company is named after his character in ‘Universal Soldier’ Andrew Stevens. It’d been of interest, to me.



Well come 10:15 on Saturday Barry was round at mine and we were on our way to Bury, so he could do his banking, after which we had gone to Bury Market and enjoyed a gammon and apple sauce batch in the car, with a cuppa, from my flask. Then we had driven onto the Trafford Centre in Manchester and, I had been well enamoured with the place. Whereas I don’t like Liverpool One, I’ll concede, the Mancs have got it right with that place. I had liked the fountain, the marble, and the painted murals, the gold eagles up top of the building, with outstretched wings. All-in-all, I figured one could spend the day there, just looking around. I think that between us, we had taken well over a hundred photos… and, some were quite good.



The Trafford Centre had proved to me that American shopping malls are not the bee-all and end all, when it comes to shopping experiences...



Come Monday Dad and I got the housework done, as I realised just how much my lower part of my right arm and wrist ached, as if I had tendonitis; as I recognised from having it in my left wrist previously. Come 11:30 I walked to the village, quite fast as it happens, as I got to the dentist at 11:45. I’d sat there waiting, realising my shoulder was aching, much as my wrist had. Fillings done I got home and saw Alex. Come the evening I needed to rest, a lot. I arose and wrote a short while, before needing to rest once again…



Tuesday was interesting, to say the least, as I lost much of the use of my right arm and, making a bed like that is a right bugger. Thing was, it felt like I had tendonitis and frozen shoulder, at the same time. Then when it persisted into Wednesday after a lot of sleep, I sussed it out, my necks impinging on my cord and I’ve got motor loss to the right arm because of it… annoying. But, it didn’t stop me enjoying Wednesday afternoon down at Parkgate with Alex and a pleasant evening with Barry, when he had called round…

What’s more...
00:55 Jan 02 2014
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On Saturday Barry had got the trout we had intended to cook on a barbecue on the beach at Portmerieron. Well, come Monday I was up early to get my end of the housework done, before I began travelling with Barry. He called round and we had started the journey in the most horrendous of weather, listening to ‘Dark Side of the Moon’, which played as we had hit the motorway. The journey had turned a tad irksome, when we learned the tide was in, which meant no barbecue on the beach and, we’d already changed the destination to accommodate our time constraints; deciding to head to Llandudno instead. Well, with it still lashing it down on our arrival, we had a cup of tea, then a mooch round. As we moseyed around we came upon an arcade and a much needed toilet therein. Feeling ‘better’, we’d left the arcade to find that the rain had stopped and there were people walking around about, promenading. We’d toured the local shops and Barry got lighter petrol for the barbeque and a sort of crispy white batch, to go with the meal. Then having gone back o the car we followed the road along to the toll booth on the coast road, which we went through for £2.50

Driving along a little way we stopped by some caves where some free-climbers were having a go. Not wanting to go much further and seeing a nearby cave that was open both ends, providing adequate ventilation, we decided to go there for our barbeque.

The fish, Rainbow Trout and the black pudding, genuine Chadwicks from Bury were cooked well and there’d been salad and spicy noodles and truth be told, it’d tasted good, eating ‘Llandudno Alfresco’ as Barry called it, in a little film we made. Needless to say, we took all our rubbish with us, unlike those who had used the cave before us and left their barbecue rubbish behind. As we prepared then ate our meal, I could not help but think that what were doing must have been done by early man in those caves, thousands of years ago… It’d been quite a thought.

On the return journey homeward we both agreed that we’d ‘done something’… And, when you think of how many just waste a day, that was a good thing, definitely…

What’s more, when I had showed the film to Alex, he had liked it, which I had buzzed over… goodstyle.