Monthly Archives: August 2017

Old things.

I’d never seen the film Casablanca, until last night, not even a clip from it.

Bogart never actually says ‘ Play it again, Sam ‘ in it, though he does almost say it a couple of times.

Outside, within the walls of Westminster Abbey is a pretty cool place to watch a film though, whatever the film is. I’m sure they wouldn’t show a film with lots of profanities there though, it being a rather religious setting.

Thanks to Jo for coming with me, eating all my popcorn and dressing as Robin Hood. I’m sure there was a reason why…

Thank you to Marky P and Mrs P for having Stella and I to dinner tonight too. The last time Stella met Mark was in a less comfortable setting, when Mark was pleading with the psychiatrist to not release me from hospital, doing his best to convince the doctor that my release would only end in my imminent demise at my own hand.

Well, I’m still alive and it’s 3 weeks later. So there, Mark.

It’s my birthday in 2 days’ time – one that I very nearly didn’t reach. Can you fit 37 candles on a muffin ?

Good to see Neal recently, and Dan too. Blimey I’ve learned that a curry and a colostomy are NOT a good match – that could all have ended badly. One to avoid in future !

 

The roads.

A man crossing the road outside my flat was knocked over by a car today. He’d been hit, then he’d gone onto the bonnet and hit the windscreen, shattering it, then rolled off onto the road when the car stopped. I saw him lying motionless in the road, with several people around him. I think it had happened moments before I passed.

Alarmingly, it transpired that he’d been knocked over at traffic lights. He’d waited for the flashing green man, then stepped into the road. One third of the way over, he was hit by a car, that had evidently not noticed either the red light, or the man crossing.  The victim was a bus driver, on his way to take over the driving of the bus, at the stop on the other side of the road.

He was alive still, and taken to hospital, but I don’t know any more of him. The road was closed  for at least an hour afterwards.

I have noticed that people do ‘ blindly’ cross, once they see a flashing green man, rather than just look to check for cars ( or bicycles ) that aren’t slowing down. Obviously it does pay to double check.

Yesterday, as I crossed the same road, 30 metres from the lights, a motorist stopped to shout ‘ get off the road ‘ at me. That’s the first time that l’ve had someone shout at me since in the chair, in a road situation. I don’t know what the motorist hopes to achieve by saying something like that. It’s hardly going to stop me from crossing roads, is it? That’s a necessity,  now and again. Perplexed, I made no reaction.

As a cyclist I was continually being shouted at by drivers, despite being a proficient and able cyclist. I’d cycle near the kerb, and was extremely car aware. Some motorists take out their frustration on cyclists, as they think them an easy target.

I didn’t like being a target, so would ALWAYS react. Invariably at the next traffic lights, the aggressive motorist would be an awful lot less aggressive when I tapped on his / her window. Occasionally however, it even came to blows, so intent would the driver be on  teaching me a lesson ‘ for daring to share ( perfectly legally ) the same road space. Always, the driver came off worse, if it got that far.

Its crazy that people get so angry, that it comes anywhere close to that, but it’s a regular occurrence out there on the roads. Some people don’t see cyclists as other human beings, just like them, with wives, children and even jobs. In a wheelchair, I’ve had no flak, until yesterday, perhaps showing that motorists have a heart, or would feel too guilty shouting at the disabled?

 

Friday.

Scan done, and nothing terminal discovered.

That was a bit of a shock – I was expecting something far more exciting than that diagnosis.

So I’m not really ANY closer to explaining why my body gets itself into such a state, which then causes my head to be invaded by Dark Side.

SCI….

Thursday and Kate.

Somewhat disappointingly, I have no definitive conclusion as to my chances of an imminent demise, so must carry on for now. Scans yet to be performed, and spasms continuous since the nurse changed the catheter sticking into my abdomen .

Kate Nash was truly fantastic, live. She made the very smart move of playing her most popular tracks first, rather than last, as most bands do, so the crowd went wild from the outset. Ive never seen a crowd so in tune with an artist, for the whole gig. Other than Pia and I, I don’t reckon anyone else was over 30, and most a lot younger than that. Her songs are very funny

Towards the end, Kate talked about her own struggles with depression, and the effects on her career, and she’s still only 30 now.

So it seems I’m not the only crazy person out there, after all.

On the bus on the way back, Pia was messing about an awful lot. As we got off the bus, she said to me, in a very loud voice ‘ say thank you to the driver!’

I looked up to see 2 old ladies laughing their heads off, with both looking at me and saying ‘ Yes! Say thank you to the driver! ‘ …

I said thank you to the driver…

Somewhat disappointingly, I have no definitive conclusion as to my chances of an imminent demise, so  must carry on for now.

Kate Nash was truly fantastic, live. She made the very smart move of playing her most popular tracks first, rather than last, as most bands do, so the crowd went wild from the outset. Ive never seen a crowd so in tune with an artist, for the whole gig. Other than Pia and I, I don’t reckon anyone else was over 30, and most a lot younger than that. Her songs are very funny

Towards the end, Kate talked about her own struggles with depression, and the effects on her career, and she’s still only 30 now.

So it seems I’m not the only crazy person out there, after all.

On the bus on the way back, Pia was messing about an awful lot. As we got off the bus, she said to me, in a very loud voice ‘ say thank you to the driver!’

I looked up to see 2 old ladies laughing their heads off, with both looking at me and saying ‘ Yes! Say thank you to the driver! ‘ …

I said thank you to the driver…

Wednesday.

I went to see Regina Spektor in the Apollo, Hammersmith last night. I had a HotAsianBabe date, as well, so I had time off from my thoughts for a while, far more than I did at the open air cinema thing the night before.

If you’ve never heard of her, she sings the theme song to ‘ Orange is the new black’ ( Regina does, not my date – she can’t sing at all )

It stopped raining for long enough for us to get there, and back, without a soaking. You get far more wet sat in a wheelchair than you do as a vertical walker.

I go to the hospital today for tests, classed as Urgent by my doctors. Whatever the results, I’m going to see Kate Nash in Shepherds Bush tonight. She’s a singer with ‘ attitude ‘, which I like.

I saw an old friend that I’d not seen for ages, yesterday too, and it was good to talk about a number of things with her.

A friend of mine that I roomed with the night before I went over the handlebars, 4 years ago, is coming in a minute, too.  I can’t remember that last night of normality, so I’ve no idea what happened in that room.

He’s  called Quentin, so I guess anything is possible ?

Fab.

Sudden blood in my urine during an open air cinema film I’ve just been to,  isn’t a sign of anything positive, and perhaps explains my spasms etc. It was a funny film ( Bridget Jones baby ) but I didn’t feel like laughing, what with googling ‘ causes of bloody urine ‘ . Most of them begin with C. I’ve recently been checked for most of the possible other ( less serious ) causes.

More hospital time again, it seems. Positivity isn’t pouring out of me…

Thanks to Cherie, Rick, Pia, Cress and Marky P for dinner and technical assistance with my Triride, respectively.

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On the upside, I’m going to 2 gigs this week- Regina Spektor ( who I’ve wanted to see for years ) and Kate Nash ( whose lyrics are just funny, though a bit ‘ basic ‘ ? )

On the upside as well, and I’ve been asked this, I don’t have a Bucket List – I’m very pleased to say that I HAVE already done everything that I want to do – quite a lot of it too naughty to write down in this diary, too.

Paris

Paris was mostly not a success, due to my persistent bad luck, but there was a window of about 9 hours where we did quite a lot.

Stella walked about 30 km over a couple of days, and we saw a fair bit of Paris. We even saw the French armed military take out a suspected terrorist. They don’t mess around, the French. This guy was knocked off his feet without warning and cuffed and bundled into a van. About 30 armed police/ army arrived at the scene ( base of Eiffel Tower ) very quickly.

Now back, the almost drowning in water routine is working, but if I go 2 hours without drinking a pint of water, I start spasming etc

Luckily I don’t Mind gulping water like a whale, then…

Saturday cont…

Having spent most of today on the phone, or going to the hospital, or being in the hospital, I can’t really say that I got anywhere.  Despite having ALL the symptoms and signs of a UTI, the lab analysis said that I don’t have one.

What the hell am I supposed to make of that? They even told me to stop taking the antibiotics. Sod that for a laugh, I am going to keep taking them obviously.

What’s occurred to me, is that IF I’m not actually infected and i have no evil bacteria affecting my mind, then my thoughts are just my own thoughts… They are however always accompanied by the other signs of a UTI, so am I imagining the whole lot, or what?

Someone suggested I might be bipolar, but for that you need episodes of euphoria ( I wish ) so that’s unlikely.  I do know that drinking ridiculous volumes of water ( about 6 litres per day ) does seem to ‘ keep me in a straight line’ and if I pause the crazy hydration routine then I get spasms for sure.

Having had so little sleep last night, the sights of Paris on the way to the railway station, by cable tied Triride, with large hold-all on sensation free lap,  went largely unappreciated. I did get distracted momentarily by a hooker in a doorway who must have been approaching 70, with both the biggest lips and the biggest tits I’ve honestly ever seen. I don’t know how ‘ busy’ she is, but I’d say that was a fairly ‘ niche’ experience

. If you don’t believe me, ask Stella.