Distraction.

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In the interests of KeepingOnKeepingOn, despite my bloody top half feeling 2 inches out of line with my bottom half, Wendy and I ‘ braved ‘ the train, Tube, buses and pavements of London to see Garbage ( no, not rubbish ) in Brixton.

◦ Not sure why she has died her hair bright ginga and got it it 2 massive bun type things – to go with the shimmering ginga dress, but there you go.
She got a bit ‘ political ‘ at the end, and didn’t sing their seminal hit ‘ Stupid Girl ‘ but yes, she’s still got it.

7/10 for Garbage, despite looking like a character from Crystal Tips and Alistair.

Increasingly the disabled area seems filled with fat young females with big hair, not enough clothes, and extreme tattoos. They don’t have any obvious mobility issues, other than being unable to fit through reasonably large gaps – think supermarket aisles. They seem happy enough, certainly whilst standing up and dancing and taking selfies, though always seem keen to sit down and take the weight off their feet, though are pretty nimble back and forth to the bar/ any fast food counter. There is definitely a dearth of visible boyfriends, accompanying them. It’s perfectly possible that they ‘ aren’t that way inclined ‘ which is also absolutely fine obviously.

Hopefully 8 more days til surgery and straightening – being so tilted isn’t great for my psyche, or my bloody spasms.

Wtf ?

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Is this a typo or is it PC gone fing mad?

I hardly ever read the paper… but the last time I used to regularly i’m sure this kinda stuff wouldn’t have gone to print ?

Men of childbearing age??? What???

Getting my shit in order.

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Today I have lung function tests to see if I can breathe by myself through my surgery, or whether it’s best to put me on a respirator for the duration, in case I kick it suddenly. I use the phrase ‘ kick it ‘ loosely, since I can’t kick anything, obviously.

The operation date is now expected to be September 24th.

Its going to take him about 7 hours, and be very involved, and obviously very traumatic for my rather long suffering body, which can feel the pain that im not actually conscious of.

This week my bolts and screws are moving all the time, and i’m definitely not ‘ well’. I look ill ( apparently ) and am losing weight ( muscle ). The internal inflammation is taking its toll on me.

I feel like I’m sort of on fire inside, though i can’t properly feel it at all – it’s just ‘ there’. My spasms give away that I’m in pain that I cannot feel.

At the same time I’m being ‘ harassed ‘ to appear in post matrimonial court, actually when I’m due to be in Intensive Care…. well that’s not really going to be very likely,  is it?  It’s been suggested that I ‘ appear by phone ‘ … from ICU? Whilst on hallucinating opiate painkillers ? Mmmm – not really legal to start with…..

Seriously, someone from my past needs to give me a break here, I feel.

Some things are  even more important than money….imagine that ( if you will ).

Talking Wills, ive just altered mine again to reflect recent ( well since December 2017 ) events.

Its important to have these things in order before you go into surgery like this – in fact they ask you to make sure you have, so I have.

There are always Winners and Losers in every eventuality, aren’t there?

Thanks so much to my fantastic carer, Laura, who has been just brilliant these last few weeks. And thanks to Hanna, for introducing her to me.

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Today I took delivery of  a little Chinese wheelchair attachment that makes getting round indoors far easier. It’s like a little kid’s scooter attached to the front of Me.

Id asked the person who sold it to me what the steering was like.

The answer was ‘ FAR better than my Trike, which when it’s short of power, is all over the road like a drunken bitch!’

A bit, well surprised, I asked ‘ are you a bit chauvinist perhaps ?’

Answer ‘ no, im from the west of Scotland, laddie’

Realising i was actually talking to Joanna…. from Scotland… i started to laugh.

Good to see there’s no sign of political correctness diction applied to either sex, up there then…

As for the new device I’ve got, it’s as smooth as a freshly oiled hooker’s bum cheek ( as they say in  Kilmarnock )

Possibly.

Nice to see you / to see you nice.

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Lordy… so good to see so many friends in such a short space of time.

Maybe in order of how long I’ve known them…?

Leigh ( and Bev )

Hartley n Melissa

Chris (n Caroline)

Damien and Sally

Dom

Pia

Mark and Kate

Tele

Chris Haynes

Toby and Cress

Roy and Caroline

Glenn and Maggie

Jeremy Churchy

Cath F

Mike Smiff

Phillippa

The Lovely Wendy

The fun / fatigue goes on.. as tonight it’s the O2 and the Arctic Monkeys. No they aren’t monkeys, and they aren’t from the Poles, but they are a great band .

 

Rock on then  !

 

 

The Jenks, and El Johnny

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So… still waiting for definite confirmation of what’s happening next to me, surgically, but hanging in there ok, and trying to really limit moving too much tbh!

To move even less than I normally do isn’t too great but hey.

Brilliant to see my oldest friend ( not age wise! ) Mikey Jenks  today, and Aly too. Always a laugh to see them and also hear about their kids’ progress too.

Dont kids grow up fast and suddenly do all kinds of cool stuff. Their son is in a band – and very funny things happen to bands in Wales. It’s a lot less ‘ vanilla ‘ in South Wales than it is in the south of England, for sure.

Plus i saw my buddy, Johnny B for a few glasses of wine the previous night. He and Mrs B own their own lil vineyard now ion a hillside in Spain. It took him 5 days by donkey to get to me from Gatwick airport, and the gesture was very much appreciated. He did forget to bring me his wine ( doh! ) but we made do with Sainsbury’s stuff. The supermarkets really stiff the winemakers , taking all the profit almost, so really he should have not drunk any on moral grounds, and been a conscientious objector, but I think he was a bit pissed and forgot?

I obviously won’t tell anyone.