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My Diary/Blog For the Month of September 2016 |
Wednesday 28th September 2016 |
08:07 BST The weather wasn't that bad yesterday, but neither was it that good. It wasn't particularly warm - it may have only just reached the forecast 19° C for a short while in the afternoon. It seemed to cool down quite quickly after that peak. On my way home from work I felt a few tiny spots of rain hit my face while walking to Earlsfield station. It seemed to be brighter when I got back to Catford, but 90 minute later there was a moderately heavy fall of rain that lasted no more than 10 minutes. Today is forecast to stay dry, and it is going to be brighter and warmer. With luck we will see quite a lot of sunshine today, and that will drive the temperature up to 21° C. Maybe that is only two degrees higher than yesterday, but it should stay that way for longer, and it should definitely feel warm. Unfortunately, today is just a flash in the pan. Tomorrow is going to be quite dull, quite cool (mostly 17 and 18° C), and it will probably rain from mid morning to mid afternoon ! It wasn't perfect, but my chest gave me very little trouble at work yesterday, and for the rest of the day. I would still get an occasional twinge, but nothing more, and I foolishly thought that I was getting over my "twisted rib" problem again. Unfortunately it flared up in the night. However I was mostly comfortable going home from work, although I did jar something in my chest superstructure once or twice while rushing around. Fortunately any discomfort was mild and short lived. I felt fairly good when I got home, and I was planning to be productive and to eat lightly. The productivity was going to be in the form of photo editing, and the eating lightly was going to involve lots of salad and as little else as I could manage. Then, just as I was about to change my clothes I got a text message from my friend Kevin asking if I fancied meeting him in the Wetherspoons for a pint or two. I had been hoping to catch up with Kevin for some time now, and I also wanted to go out. So I said yes, and prepared to go out again. The reason I wanted to go out was to test a new "toy" I have bought. It is a GPS (sat nav) receiver for my Camera. It interfaces with the camera's menu system, and it adds location data to the metadata included in a picture. It's hardly essential, but it makes one task easier. That task is adding location data to pictures when I upload them to Flickr. You can add it manually, but with the new gadget it is done automatically. If you scroll down the page a little bit when looking at an individual picture on Flickr you can see a little mini map. Click on that and a full map opens up, and the location that the picture was taken from is shown. It is not 100% accurate, but can be pretty close. The one test picture I uploaded last night is out by about 30ft, but I guess that in the grand scheme of things that is not too bad. That one picture can be found right here - https://www.flickr.com/photos/135353558@N03/29343970453/ It was nice to exchange news and views with Kevin last night. While doing so I had three pints of ale, but that seemed enough, and not only that, but without a coat I was beginning to feel chilly. So I went home feeling both cold and hungry. I abandoned my idea of just eating salad. I wanted something hot. The best compromise was to have some hot soup. So I had a can of Heinz "Big Soup". I think it was supposed to be tomato and chorizo flavour. That warmed me up a bit, and filled a small hole, but I wanted more. So I had a can of Italian tomato soup with sliced green chillies in it. It was quite nice, but seemed a bit thin. Part three of my dinner was a bit like a curry, but not quite. I opened up a pack of vacuum sealed, ready cooked pilau rice, and poured some "butter chicken" flavour curry sauce on it, and zapped it all in the microwave until it was hot. It was not all that nice, and with hind sight I wish I had just opened another can of soup. Most soup is moderately low in calories and stuff, and even three cans of it for dinner would probably not have caused any weight gain, and probably the opposite. I'm undecided about my rice and sauce combination. I suspect it was unhealthy on several levels. My original intention was to try and get another early night, last night, but spending a few hours in the pub put paid to that idea. It was probably around 9.30pm before I got into bed, but I fell asleep very quickly, and I seemed to sleep perfectly well for about the next three hours. I woke up feeling like a wee might be a good idea, and I went and had one. After that I got back in bed, turned over onto my side, and my chest started hurting. It was only a dull ache, but it was incredibly distracting. It almost feel like you have to make a concious effort to keep breathing. No mater how much you tell yourself that is nonsense, it is still impossible to relax. All I could do was to get up for 10 or 15 minutes before going back to bed, and trying again. Eventually I got back to sleep, and I slept until the same thing was almost repeated after another three hours of sleep. That took my very close to 5am when I have to get up, but on this second occasion I was able to get back to sleep without getting up, although it did take a 10 - 20 minutes to do so. It seemed like I had just got back into the rhythm of sleep again when my alarm went off to wake me up again. This morning I feel quite like yesterday, but a little more tired. My chest feels tender, but doesn't really hurt unless I provoke it. The rest of me seems to be OK apart from a bit of stiffness and the odd ache here and there. It does seem that insufficient good sleep it taking a bit of a toll on my energy this morning. Walking to the station was easy and comfortable, but I didn't fancy pushing myself to do it at speed. I did push myself to dash from Waterloo East to Waterloo mainline station, and it didn't actually feel that bad, but maybe it sapped a bit more energy, and my walk from Earlsfield station to work seemed slower this morning. I have no specific plans for this evening. If I don't get any better offers I will probably sit down and finally do the photo editing I have been meaning to do since Sunday. One thing I really ought to try and do is to eat as little as is practical. I've booked tomorrow and Friday off work. Tomorrow morning I am going to visit the vampires to give a blood sample, and my GP's reception will be taking the piss (in the form of a little sample bottle). Once I have provided blood and urine for analysis I can go mad and eat ice cream, buns and all the things that are bad for me - but only for a one off brief treat - and I probably will treat myself to something terrible, but after that it will be back to trying my best to eat healthily. I am unsure how I will spend the rest of tomorrow, or Friday, but both evenings will probably involve gigs - and a lay in, in the morning ! |
Saturday 24th September 2016 |
16:24 BST The weather forecast for yesterday ended up being remarkably accurate. It was, as predicted, warm, dry and sunny. It could have been a bit nicer if it had been a lot warmer, and the humidity was lower, but it was extremely acceptable for this time of year. The forecast for today hasn't been far off the mark either. There has been some sunshine, and that wasn't really expected, but the temperature has felt about right - about 20° C - and a pleasant breeze has made it excellent for drying laundry. The cloud has thickened up a bit now, but I think this is to plan. I don't recall feeling all that bad at work yesterday. That is not to say that I felt that wonderful either ! I would have probably have felt better if I had been busy, but it was hard to raise a lot of enthusiasm when I wasn't feeling 100%. It's easy to see there is a cause and effect loop there, but it is not so easy to be determined to break that loop. The loop was broken when I left work to go home. It felt OK to walk to the station, but I didn't raise the enthusiasm to walk up the stairs. I got the lift, but possibly only because it was there waiting for me....or waiting and tempting me ! I did manage to raise the enthusiasm to run up the escalator at Waterloo, and to walk faster than needed to platform A at Waterloo East. It seems a bit of a paradox, but since trains from Charing Cross and Waterloo East started stopping at London Bridge again, which happened 2, or is it three weeks ago now, my train is considerably emptier than it was. There may have only been 15 or 20 people in the same carriage as me on my way back to Catford Bridge. I can't think of a logical reason for this. When I got back home I had a few tasks to do, and none was more important than washing up a load of dirty, and getting smellier by the minute, dishes in the sink. This was important because I had a brief visit from Patricia. She dropped by to pick up the last batch of her mail before she flies back to Argentina for our winter, and their summer next Tuesday. Lucky woman ! I won't be seeing her again until something like late next spring (unless she gets offered a lucrative interpreting job in the meanwhile). I was feeling a bit low last night. It was a combination of tiredness, and days of intermittent discomfort. There was probably boredom thrown in there as well. I was probably too tired to go to a gig if there had been one on that I knew about, but there were none. Maybe if there was I might have raised the energy to go out, or I might have felt grumpy because I didn't feel good to go out. I decided my preferred option was to have a selfish night in by myself. Ideally it should have involved lots of booze, but for some reason it didn't occur to me to pour myself a large one, or indeed any at all ! It did occur to me that what I really wanted was a nice takeaway meal. There were so many possibilities for that, but I thought I should at least make a token effort to get something that wasn't too unhealthy. The answer, as it always is, was to go for grilled skinless chicken and salad - aka a chicken shish kebab ! The takeaway I chose to do the deed offered not only the standard grilled chicken, but jerk flavoured chicken too. I needed to bump the size of my order up to the minimum for free delivery, and so I ordered a large one of each (plus a few odds and sods - including extra salad). The ordinary chicken shish was very tasty when I had it last night, and the jerk chicken kebab was very nice when I ate it cold for lunch today. I thought the jerk chicken might have been on the bone, but like the shish it was boneless and skinless, and theoretically fairly healthy (as in low fat). The takeaway seemed to take a long time to be delivered. I was expecting it at 8pm, but it arrived nearer to 8.30pm. That gave me plenty of time to do some channel surfing on the TV, and I ended up choosing Film 5 (I think that was what the channel was called). They were showing one of the relatively few genuinely funny American movies - Airplane 2 - The Sequel. I enjoyed watching that. With my stomach full of food there was always a chance that it may have affected my sleep, but I seemed to sleep well last night. I did wake up a few times, but for a change it was not my chest that gave me any trouble. On two occasions I woke up with cramp in a leg. I would quickly leap out of bed, walk a couple of paces to reset the muscles, and then get back into bed. It seems that I must have fallen asleep again so quickly that these episodes almost seem dream like. Maybe they were dreams because I can't seem to remember which leg was affected by cramp. I have a vague idea that it wasn't the same one each time, and I am not so sure it was even only twice. I woke up this morning later than I usually would, but not that late....but every little bit helps ! I was in that curious superposition of feeling both rather good, and rather bad at the same time. My chest didn't really hurt this morning, but lots of other bits did. In some ways it felt a bit like 'flu - sort of random joint and muscle aches, and a sort of headache that feels more like pressure than pain. I assumed these were all preludes to death, but it hasn't happened yet. Besides which, I was too busy to die this morning. The main plan for this morning was to go along to my doctors surgery where they were doing a walk in 'flu jab clinic from 9am to 11am. So I got washed and dressed, and set out to the surgery. Unfortunately I left it a bit late - just 4 minutes late ! I got there at 4 minutes past 9am, and quickly realised I should have started queuing at least half an hour before that. When I got there the queue stretched from reception inside the building, through the waiting room area, through the entrance foyer, along the path from the main entrance to the gates, and a few people out on the pavement outside. I estimate that if I had joined that queue there could have easily have been 50 people in front of me. So I ignored the queue and went round the corner to Aldi. I did my best to buy only healthy stuff in Aldi, and once again I mostly succeeded. Nothing I bought was too terrible, but a couple of treats were on the margins !! After getting my shopping home I set about washing my work shirts and some underwear. I hung that on the line, and when I brought it in maybe 5 hours later, the shirts were almost dry, but the underpants were still rather damp. Just before 11am I went out again to see whether it was worth joining the queue for a 'flu jab. It certainly wasn't ! The queue was halfway to the main road. If there was 50 people in the queue at just gone 9am there must have easily have been double that amount by 11am. The top picture, taken straight into the sun, shows the gates into the surgery on the right. The queue extends right back beyond the telephone pole on the left of the picture. The lower picture shows the rear of the queue ! I most certainly didn't want to join that huge great queue so I went and did other stuff. There are now two shops locally that are primarily pawn brokers, but sell second had stuff. I decided to have a look in both to see what they had. The first shop had a Nikon D3100 DSLR camera in the window for somewhere in the region of £250. They also had some other cameras, but nothing to tempt me. The second shop, the one where I bought my Nikon D3200 camera had nothing of interest. After I got home again I thought I would see how the Nikon D3100 compared with my D3200. They are similar, but mine being the newer model is better specc'ed. What was more interesting is that when I checked the current prices for these cameras I found that while I can't remember the exact price of the D3100, I am sure I remember it being between £200 and £300. Even at £300 it is a very good price - provided it works perfectly. Even more significant was that when I checked the going rate for my Nikon D3200 I realised that I had got an absolute bargain ! I paid exactly £200, and I couldn't find another for less than £300, and the typical price seemed closer to £400 ! One unfortunate side effect of investigating Nikon DSLR camera is that I now lust after a D700. The D700 moves up to the cheap end of semi-pro cameras. My D3200 is classified as medium to high end "enthusiast". A little more sensitivity, and a little less noise would make taking pictures in dimly lit gigs so much easier....well maybe not easier, but the final results would look better. I could use all my existing Nikon lenses with a D700, and that would make the transition cheaper, but I would still be looking at spending nearly £500 for a reasonable condition secondhand model, and I am not sure I can really justify that. After lusting after camera I washed a duvet cover. I didn't get it on the line early enough to get anywhere near dry, but it was on the line long enough to stop dripping, and starting to dry. It is now draped on a clothes horse in front of the fan heater turned own low. Apart from a brand new duvet cover that might be OK to use after a week or so of being aired, every bit of my bed linen is now washed and clean (apart from what is on my bed). It is possible that may get washed by Angela. She has offered to do it for me, and maybe I'll take her up on her kind offer now that winter comes ever closer, and drying stuff outside gets harder and harder. Tonight I shall be seeing Angela at a gig. Her daughter Miranda, and the rest of the band, The Life Of Brian, are playing at the Elm Tree pub in Elmers End. It's a nice easy pub to get to, and the last bus home is at 01:05 tomorrow morning. What's not to like ? Actually there is one thing not to like - the gig doesn't start until the ridiculous hour of 9.30pm tonight. On any sane night I would be in bed, fast asleep by then ! |
Thursday 22nd September 2016 |
07:48 BST The weather forecast for yesterday was far too optimistic about how much sunshine we would get. It was a generally bright day, but sunny periods, or even sunny intervals (is there a difference ?) were in fairly short supply. On the plus side it did stay dry, and it did feel quite warm. I can't recall looking at a thermometer, but when I got home from work it did feel like it might have been very slightly warmer than the 21° C that was forecast. Less sunshine is forecast for today. There might be some sunny intervals later this morning, but the afternoon will probably be overcast by light grey clouds - just like it is as I write this. There is a small chance that those grey clouds may shed a light sprinkle of rain at any time. The forecast says the top temperature today will be two degrees cooler than yesterday - it will be a long drawn out peak, lasting for much of the afternoon, of 19° C. The forecast for tomorrow shows much more sunshine, but apparently it will only be 18° C at best - more sunshine and a degree cooler - weird ! I felt rather tired, and not very enthusiastic about doing much work yesterday. Other than that I was mostly comfortable apart from a few twinges from my chest superstructure. Some of those twinges were in the form of my left man boob feeling heavy. It is in this area that I still have some numb, or semi numb patches following my chest being opened up for my quad heart bypass surgery just over 3 years ago. This is all further evidence that the aches and pains I am getting in my chest again are still coming from my ribs, ligaments, muscles and tendons rather from internal organs....or are they ? Back in June, when I had some sort of chest infection, I had a hard and tender lump develop between my left nipple and the centre line of my chest (where the sternum is). This, maybe with the help of the antibiotics I was prescribed, turned out to be a zit - at least it developed a head which eventually (with a bit of help) broke to release some pus and stuff. It seemed a very strange place to develop a big zit, and until the head developed I almost wondered if it was some debris from my operation, possibly a splinter of bone, or even the end of a broken rib trying to poke it's way through the skin - it was exceedingly tender for some time ! I mention this now because I have had a couple of hints that zit, if indeed it was a zit, is coming back. It makes me wonder if there is an underlying problem that was also cured by antibiotics. There is a 50% chance that it was pure coincidence that all my chest aches and pains seemed to disappear after taking antibiotics, but three months later they seem to be back. The next time I see my doctor, which could be in under three weeks time, I will mention this, but I expect it to be completely refuted and ignored. It was nice to get home from work yesterday, but it felt like hard work going home. It does seem that resuming a daily dose of 5mg of Bisoprolol really does slow me down. So I think I am back on 2.5mg again. I felt ravenous when I got home, and I had quite a struggle not to get too carried away eating. I succeeded in being selective about what I ate, but the quantities were more than I would have liked. It could have been worse though - a lot worse ! I ate dinner quite early yesterday, and once I had done that I forced myself to do something I had been putting off for no good reason at all. I decided I just had to upload a couple of photo albums to Flickr. They were pictures of The Midnight Flyers playing at The Black Cat on Saturday 3rd September, and The Belles playing their gig at The Black Cat on Sat 10th September. You can find both albums (and many more) here - https://www.flickr.com/photos/135353558@N03/albums/ At 6.30pm I decided to lay on my bed and do some reading. I managed a couple of pages from a magazine before putting it down, closing my eyes and falling asleep. I'm not sure, but I think it is possible I could have slept for nearly 2 hours ! I only woke up when I got a phone call from Angela. After talking to her (and her daughter) I checked a few things on my computer before going to bed. I may not have been fast asleep, but I was asleep when I was woken at 9.30pm when a message came through on my phone. I quickly read it and then turned over and went back to sleep again. I think I managed to get quite a bit of sleep last night (including my extended nap after dinner), and maybe I feel better for it, but it still feels like I could do with more. Not all my sleep was good last night, and there were a couple of occasions where I was awake for what in reality was probably no more than 10 - 15 minutes, but felt much longer. On one of those occasions I turned over to my right side, and as I did so it felt like my chest was folding up like the pleats on a concertina. It felt quite crunchy, but didn't actually hurt while I did it, but it did feel sore afterwards. That is the situation now - my chest sort of aches. It very much depends on my posture, and what I have been doing earlier. For instance a lot of deep breathing makes it ache more, and this morning, after not taking any Bisoprolol last night (just a single dose of 2.5mg in the morning) I had the energy for a lot of frantic rushing around on my way to work, and that got me breathing quite deeply (but strangely enough, or strange to me, not actually gasping for breath).That definitely aggravated my chest pain, and of course it is at times like this that I hope my self diagnosis of it just being a musco-skeletal pain is correct ! Tonight I have the opportunity to rush around again. This Thursday night the Thursday night drinkers are meeting in The Red Lion in Bromley. That means I have to rush to Waterloo East to catch a train that stops at Grove Park station. At Grove Park I will have to nip over the footbridge to get on the train that shuttles back and forth between Grove park and Bromley North stations (with one intermediate stop at Sundridge park station). From Bromley North station it is little more than a five minute walk through the back streets. Getting home again is the biggest bind. It's a long(ish) walk back to a bus stop in Bromley if I just miss a train back to Grove Park (they only run every 30 minutes). From Grove Park there are 4 possible bus routes back to Catford, although two take silly routes, and one other doesn't go the most direct route, but one of those buses is likely to be my final bit of getting home again. |
Thursday 1st September 2016 |
07:36 BST Yesterday was not as nice as the day before. It was one of those days where it wasn't wet, it wasn't hot, and it wasn't cold. It was so average that nothing really sticks out that I can describe....oh, except one thing that has just occurred to me. It did feel rather humid when I went home after work. For some reason it was more noticeable as my train approached Catford, and then on for a few hours into the evening. I felt rotten yesterday. All the walking I did on my way home from work the previous night had left a legacy of assorted aches and pains. I could understand if it was just my legs that ached, but other bits did too. Maybe it was all the deep breathing, although still far from gasping for breath, that seems to have triggered pains from my "twisted rib". I had a few glorious weeks where my chest felt fine, but now it seems I've strained something, and the pains are back again. The assorted pains were one reason to feel bad, but there were others that are hard to explain. Having to get up while it was dark, and then it being dull and cloudy for the first hour of daylight was another trigger that made me feel down. There was probably other stuff too that I won't attempt to explain even if I could decide what it was. I didn't feel so bad when the sun finally came out, but later on I felt very tired for some reason. When I think about it, being tired was probably another reason to feel low. When I left work I seemed to have a reasonable amount of energy, but I felt very lazy, and when I noticed a bus coming up the hill I decided to get that to the station. That was one lucky break, and it added a tiny little bit of joy to my life. There was more to come. Once I was on the train I checked the trains from Waterloo East using the National Rail app on my phone. I already knew that a signalling problem near London Bridge was causing lots of delays, and I wondered how it would affect my journey home. It affected my journey in a big way - in a very positive way ! When I arrived at Waterloo I had to put the bit of energy I felt to good use and run up the escalator, and do a fairly rapid walk to platform A of Waterloo East station. I arrived there with a couple of minutes to spare to catch the very delayed 15:38 Hayes train. Usually I would have at least a 15 minute wait for my train. As a result I arrived back in Catford about 15 minutes earlier than usual. There was a mild downside to that. I had decided I would get some shopping from Tesco on my way home, and past experience suggested I would normally arrive just as they were putting the reduced price stickers on the remaining sandwiches. Unfortunately I probably got there too early for that. That was a small disappointment, but not really the sort of thing that would make me feel bad, and even if it did the perfect antidote was just 10 minutes away. My lovely dear friend Angela had heard through the grapevine that I was feeling very low in the morning, and she phoned me to find out if I was OK. It was such a lovely thing to do. We have obviously spoken to each other at gigs, and exchanged many messages via text services, but last night was the first time we had actually spoken on the phone. I really love that woman ! After eating lots of stuff that I shouldn't have (mostly Tesco pre-cooked hot chicken) I made a determined effort to get an early night, and a good sleep. I was successful in getting to sleep nice and early. It probably wasn't all that long after 8.30pm that I fell asleep, and I didn't wake up again until a little while after midnight. From then on my sleep became a lot less satisfactory, and the reason was my chest was playing up a lot. Every time I turned over it crunched, and in most positions it would click when I breathed in and out. All that made it ache a bit. I ended up sleeping intemittently until some unknown time. All I know is that I seemed to be deeply asleep, but dreaming, when I was woken by my alarm going off at 5am. This morning my chest still feels sore, but as far as I can tell it is just my "twisted rib" rather than anything important. Of course today would be a good day for it to be something worse. It would be sort of neat being as today marks the 3rd anniversary of me calling 999 when, it later turned out, I was having my second heart attack. That was the start of a 12 day adventure in hospital getting my heart re-plumbed. I know I must be very weird because I rather enjoyed my stay in hospital - except for the initial nicotine withdrawal symptoms. I have been re-reading some of the stuff I wrote back in September 2013, and later. One thing I frequently mentioned then, and for the next year or two was the problem I had with my left hand. I haven't written about it for ages now, but it is still not fully better. It has improved an awful lot since 2013, but to this day the little and ring fingers of my left hand have a sort of semi numbness that is occasionally a bit inconvenient, although I seem to have learned to live with it now. Another area of numbness, with a more obvious cause, was around my left man boob. This was obviously the result of my chest being cut open for the surgery, and nerves being damaged in the process. Over the years much of the numbness has gone away, but my left nipple is, or was still numb. Maybe it isn't now, or not so much. It seems that since my chest has started aching again I seem to have more sensation in the nipple, but it is hard to be sure. It's not the sort of thing I check very frequently, but for some reason I noticed it while thrashing around in bed trying to get comfortable last night. Tonight is booze night, and we are drinking in The Shortlands Tavern. It is easy enough to get to after work, but I can't decide whether to go there via Victoria station, or to go to Denmark Hill station using The London Overground from Clapham Junction. While I contemplate that, you can contemplate pictures of dinosaurs and stuff that I took on my walks on my way home from work the day before yesterday. Uploading them to Flickr was one useful thing I did last night before going to bed. You can see them here - https://www.flickr.com/photos/135353558@N03/albums/72157672222055741 |