Tuesday
28th February 2017 |
08:11
GMT
And so we get ready to say goodbye to another month.........
There were some good things about yesterday's weather, and some bad
things. The bad was how quickly it seemed to get cold as sunset
approached. The original prediction was that the temperature would fall
to 5° C by 7pm, but I wonder if it wasn't close to that as early as 5pm !
On the plus side, there were some sunny intervals. The very strange
thing is that those sunny intervals were usually accompanied by rain !
Another good thing was that the western horizon still seemed bright and
cheerful at nearly 6pm. The reason for that was because much of the sky
was clear. The sky was probably mostly clear through the night too. So
this morning it is currently bright and sunny, but there was frost on
many cars as I walked to the station. It should be a mostly bright day
today, but it is going to be a cold day. The forecast reckons 7° C is
all we can hope for today. To twist the knife in, there will probably be
some light rain when I am going home from work. Tomorrow is currently
forecast to be a dull day, but it should make 9° C for a few hours in
the early afternoon until some persistent rain cools things down for the
night.
I think I probably felt better than I expected while I was at work
yesterday, but better does not equate to "good" on this occasion. My
main complaint would be feeling sleepy - so sleepy that I fell into what
was probably full sleep while reading stuff on my PC. Maybe it was only
for a second or two, but it still came as a shock when one of my work
colleagues woke me up ! On a more positive note, I didn't cough nearly
as much as I expected, and my nose very rarely got close to dripping.
Obviously it was a joy to leave work and get out into the fresh air
(even if it was raining for the first few minutes after leaving work),
but it was with an even greater joy because I was heading for the pub
and a pint of Guinness. During the morning I spoke to Angela. It was a
fairly bland, but still nice call, and no mention was made about the
afternoon/evening. Just before 2pm I received a message from Angela
asking if I would like to meet for a drink. Of course I did !
I met Angela in The Black Cat at 4.30pm, and I had my usual Guinness,
and she had a vodka. Towards the end of my second pint I managed to
tempt Angela back to my place with the lure of a tuna and cucumber
sandwich (from Tesco). We spent a couple of very pleasant hours there
discussing coughs, cold, assorted diseases and work - although it was
nowhere near as morbid as that list may suggest. Even a cough has a
funny side - rare but true !
A little after 7pm Angela went home, and I sorted out some dinner for
myself. My first course was liver and bacon, and with hindsight it might
not have been a great choice. Until I tucked into it I had not really
coughed that much, but some of the slightly dry, slightly crumbly liver
got in the wrong place, and started me off coughing at an intensity I
had avoided all day until then. Eventually my cough died down again, and
I was able to resume eating, albeit it with some care. I did eat some
other stuff as well as the liver and bacon, but it wasn't all that much,
and I am sure it can't account for me feeling a little fatter this
morning. I think, or I hope, it is just one of those feelings that has
no basis in reality.
It wasn't too long after I ate dinner that I went to bed. By then my
throat was a bit twitchy, and my nose was feeling stuffy. I guess I was
rather tired because it didn't seem to take long before I fell asleep
between coughing and blowing my nose. I woke up several time with a
blocked nose, and with quite a lively frog in my throat, but I also woke
up twice with cramp in my right calf. I have no idea what caused it,
but I know that on one occasion I literately had to throw myself out of
bed in the hope that I would be able to stand up without falling over.
Fortunately I could, but it was a close run thing. The good thing is
that once I put weight on my leg the cramped muscles released, and the
pain went away.
I was woke by my alarm at 5am, and I felt extremely bunged up ! My nose
and sinuses felt full to the brim with snot, and my wind pipe seemed
full of congealed mucus. It took quite a time before I could breathe
properly, but eventually I could. One big change in my cold, and one I
think should be for the better, is that this morning some of the stuff
that came from deep inside my face, and out through my nose, was most
definitely green - indicating a bacterial infection (as I thought all
along). Rightly or wrongly, I usually take this as an indicator that I
am starting, if not actually on, the road to recovery.
My nose and throat gave very little trouble while I was out in the
fresh air, and walking to the station. What was bothersome was that my
legs felt underpowered this morning. I walked a lot slower than usual
this morning, and that was a bit tedious. When I actually arrived at
work, and tried to shout out my traditional "Good Morning" as I came
through the door, my voiced cracked and it came out all croaky !
As I write this I do feel terribly tired, and there has been a few
times when I have paused to think and my eyes have closed. Once or twice
I fell asleep deeply enough to start dreaming ! I can feel it is going
to be a challenge to get through the day. Obviously I can't wait until I
can go home again. I have no plans for tonight beyond going to bed as
early as is feasible. Of course I would drop everything if I had the
chance to spend a few more hours with Angela, but 2 nights running would
be like fantasy - albeit a very nice, luxury fantasy !
|
Monday
27th February 2017 |
08:16
GMT
It's a shame that the 15° C I saw on my upstairs
thermometer wasn't accompanied by strong sunshine. It would have made
it a very different day. The reality was that the dirty grey clouds
meant that it felt cool and wintry - or it did in my mind. Today will be
different, and a few of those differences will be very slightly good.
Here's how the BBC's website describe the forecast for today - "A
mild start with broken cloud, some sunny intervals, and showers. Then
turning colder with occasionally heavy showers, these locally wintry
with a risk of hail and thunder. Fresh or strong winds at times, with
near gales on coasts.". It is now apparently as warm as it is
going to get - 9° C - and once we see one of the fabled sunny
intervals, it might even seem nice for that interval of time. By 7pm the
temperature will have fallen to 5° C, and that won't be much fun.
Tomorrow probably won't be much fun either. It is forecast to be just a
chilly 3° C when I am travelling to work, but in compensation the
morning is supposed to be very sunny. There might be a brief flirtation
with 8° C at 3pm, but the temperature could have dropped a degree by
5pm, and it may well be raining.
The funny thing about yesterday evening was that I kept thinking I had
been out earlier in the afternoon. I'm pretty certain that I didn't go
anywhere after my quick to Tesco just after midday. It is possible, if
not probable that my confusion comes from watching a fairly long video
on You Tube. It covered ground I am fairly familiar with, but seen from a
different perspective. It is the video of a drivers eye view of a train
from Erith station to Cannon Street station. There is no commentary to
it, and only simple captions to name the stations the train calls at. It
is both boring and exciting, and I don't think you have to be a "rail
enthusiast" to be curious about what is going on ahead when you can only
see out of side windows on train journeys. If you have half an hour to
waste you can watch it here - https://youtu.be/ucN4IZfgbl8
I did try and moderate my eating yesterday, but like any day when I am
feeling isolated and bored, it didn't really work. Feeling ill made the
temptations even worse. On the other hand, when I also take into
consideration that I bought some tasty (and in one instance, not so
tasty) stuff from Tesco, I probably did a lot better than I might have
expected. The not so tasty item I mentioned was a Tesco ready meal. It
can't remember how it was named/described. Something keeps making me
think it was described as a full English breakfast, but it was so far
removed from that, that it couldn't be.
Some dubious quality beans, a single horrible tasting sausage, a single
hash brown (an American vegetable that has no place in an English
breakfast), a bit of rubbery scrambled egg, and two little bit of bacon,
do not make a full English breakfast ! Even the addition of a generous
amount of chilli sauce failed to make it enjoyable. I should have thrown
it away and saved the calories !
This was the chilli sauce I used in my failed attempt to make the Tesco
ready made "breakfast" palatable. It is interesting that it is (or was)
on sale at the reduced price of 50p a bottle. It is my belief that it
has been mislabelled. It is part of a new range of chilli sauces that
Tesco started stocking recently. This one is described as "mild", and
yet my taste buds suggest it is warmer than the "medium" version. I
found it to be very nice. It is hot enough to give a good bite, but not
so hot that you have to use it with care. I could almost be tempted to
pop into Tesco on my way home and buy up a few more bottles - maybe more
if the price drops any more to get rid of it quicker.
Last night was similar to the previous night or two. While I was
sitting quietly in the warm, and avoiding eating anything that might
tickle my throat, I felt generally OK, but once I lay down it seemed
like my nose filled with mucus, and so did my throat. Blowing my nose
was easy enough, but coughing up that mucus in my throat was hard work,
and even when I did manage it, it would be back again within minutes. It
came as a great relief, and of course great enjoyment, when I got a
message from Angela, and got up again to talk to her.
Poor Angela has gone down with a cold, and on top of all her other
worries she is very worried about infecting her current "lover" because
his chemotherapy leaves him very open to infection. That leaves a
possible opening for me to meet her for a drink tonight, but I doubt it
will happen. If she feels too ill to see him, then she will probably
feel too ill to come out and meet me in the pub. Oh well, life goes on.
Eventually I had some poor sleep, but I was up in time, and feeling
just about OK enough to come to work this morning. Now I've been sitting
here quietly in the warm I feel.......I think "bad" is an adequate
description. I've had a few good coughing fits, and I am definitely
feeling all the sleep I missed last night. Oh well, there could be some
good bits of today. My new camera lens might be delivered here today
(although it could be tomorrow). Maybe I might end up having a pint of
Guinness after work. Sadly, I think the former is more likely than the
latter. Oh well, only another five and three quarter hours to go and I
can be on my way home (or to the pub !).
|
Sunday
26th February 2017 |
15:23
GMT
Yesterday was pretty horrible ! Apart from
the greyness, the lack of sunshine, the sky that
wasn't blue, the clouds being dark and foreboding,
the air of melancholy, and the greyness, it was
also cool, and it rained in the evening !
Today there was one significant improvement, and
there is a clue in the picture on the left. This
morning was slightly brighter than yesterday, but
there has been no sunshine today, and yet it was
almost warm early this afternoon. It might have
been "actually" warm if it were not for two facts.
The first is that this temperature reading was
taken from the thermometer outside the back
bedroom window. It is unlikely to be influenced
from heating leaking from that room because there
is no heating in it. The thermometer outside the
kitchen said it was only 12° C.
The second factor was the wind. It is a lot
less lively than the winds that battered us on
Thursday, but it still feels rather cool. The
forecast says the winds should be dying down a bit
now, but more trouble is on it's way. Around 9pm
it will start to rain, and that rain is going to
continue into tomorrow afternoon if we are
unlucky. If I am lucky there may be a brief dry
period at about the time I'll be travelling to
work. It is forecast that tomorrow morning will be
warmer than the afternoon - 9° C at 10am, and just
7° C at 4pm. The only redeeming feature may be
some sunny periods - apparently at the same time
as it is raining !
This wasp evidently thought it might be
warmer than it actually was. I took this snap of
it walking across the pavement while I was walking
to Tesco.
I was in two minds about going out last
night, but in the end I elected to stay in. It
didn't help that there were two different venues,
featuring two different bands, and it was hard to
decide which would have been best. The Life Of
Brian were playing in The Partridge pub in
Bromley, and MT Pockets were playing in The Mitre
pub in Greenwich. Both are just one medium tedious
bus rise away, and both are often a bit too busy
for my liking (or maybe that should be my
photography needs).
I expect that if I had gone out it would
have been to Bromley because there would have been
one extra attraction there - Angela. Of course the
real deal breaker is that the cough I have is
hanging around just a little bit longer than my
patience can stand ! I probably wouldn't have
coughed much while standing up or travelling, and
a handy beer would have kept my throat from
getting too tickly, but I also had to consider the
ethics of coughing all over everybody. Most of all
it just seemed so easy to grab a few whiskies, and
stay in, in the warm and dry (there was some rain
last night).
I think staying in probably made my cough
worse, and laying down in bed certainly did.
Whether the booze I sipped or swilled made it
worse is unknown, but I was happy to conduct
experiment number 78,053,228 to determine the
therapeutic effects of booze on the common,
uncommon, and even the very rare cold. As usual
the results were inconclusive, but I will carry on
researching the phenomena !
With hindsight it is difficult to say if I
felt tired or not last night. I think I felt I ought
to feel tired, but I seemed to be in no rush
to get to bed. This was handy (although as I write
that I am not sure of the logic behind that
statement) because just as I was getting bored I
realised that channel E4 (who.what. why ?) were
showing the film "Paul".
This is a film that is definitely hard to define.
It is a Sci Fi movie, but is also a comedy. It is
also a most definite English film despite being
set in America (and of course our two heroes are
100% English !).
I think I went to bed soon after the film
finished, but I certainly didn't go straight to
sleep. One thing I did while watching the film was
to nibble some of those sugar free, vanilla wafers
I mentioned yesterday. It was a really stupid
mistake. By their very nature they are what could
be described as "dusty". Getting dust, or flecks
of wafer, stuck on the back of the throat while
your throat is on a hair trigger is a recipe for
disaster. I coughed, and coughed, and coughed, and
coughed, and then for good measure I coughed some
more. I am sure I can still feel how sore my
throat got even now !
It took some time, but eventually I fell
asleep. Like all my recent nights, at lest to one
extent or another, I got a few hours of solid
sleep in before just sleeping in hour, or
sometimes less, segments. It's hard to pin down
any reason for it, but when I finally decided to
get up I felt strangely good. I think, but I can't
be sure now, that I was strangely free of the
worst of the usual aches and pains. Unfortunately
I wasn't free of the main malady d' jour -
a cough. My throat was still on a hair trigger,
and any stray molecule of air could trigger off a
good coughing session.
Every time I started to cough, my eyes would
water, and my nose would bung up with snot again,
but otherwise it does seem like my nose is mostly
dry. I think it rather depends on what I am doing,
and it might also rely on a lot of optimistic self
delusion, but sometimes I do allow the idea to
flit through my mind that the periods between each
major coughing session are getting longer. I guess
I have to get well sometime, and maybe it is
happening before my very eyes - either that or my
imagination is running riot - and that seems very
possible.
One thing is for sure, and that is that I
did feel like doing more than just lazing around
this morning. It seemed too grey to lure me out
for some exercise - a walk with my camera maybe -
but maybe there was other stuff I could do. It may
have been premature because it seems unlikely that
I haven't finished having sweaty, snotty, coughy
nights, but I thought some nice clean bedding
might be nice. I decided a nice purple set might
be nice. I also switched to a lighter duvet (it
will probably snow now !).
Deep
Purple In Bed(rock) - I won't feel ashamed
if that 1 in a million chance of a visitor in my
bed should happen....maybe tomorrow tonight if
the stars align with Mars, and Jupiter is in the
seventh high - or I just get lucky !
I still wanted a
taste of fresh air even if it was just a short
one. I wasn't happy about any of the whiskys I
had here. They were all OK as such,
but it seemed like a good idea to get some
more of my favourite - Tesco's Special
Reserve. So my breath of fresh air was a walk
to and from Tesco. I thought it would be a
good time to start wearing in my new denim
jackets, but when I saw the temperature
outside I thought I should be comfortable
without a coat - and while the wind wasn't
blowing, I was.
Since that shopping trip, which was
obviously more than just getting a bottle of
whisky, I have done very little. I'm not sure
where all the time has gone, but it is only as
I come to the end of this bit of writing that
I feel some impending boredom coming on. At
the moment there is only one thing I must
attempt to do, and that is to get to bed, and
to sleep, nice and early so I won't be
shattered going back to work again in the
morning (and maybe in the rain !).
|
Saturday
25th February 2017 |
09:37
GMT
The thermometer said it was still rather
cool (7 ~ 8° C) yesterday, but it didn't feel that
bad thanks to the sunshine. That sunshine allowed
me to turn the heating off in my bedroom, and
still remain comfortable. There was still a lot of
blue sky visible as the sun set. After that I drew
the curtains, and the conditions outside were of
no further interest to me. My first impression of
the sky this morning was that it was horribly grey
and depressing. For all that cloud, I think the
temperature still dropped to about 4° C at first
light. There are two ways to see the weather
forecast. The first, and most obvious, is what I
normal quote from. It means interpreting the
little pictograms for each hour of the (current)
day. Today that says grey, grey, greyer grey,
grey, grey, maybe a splash of rain and grey, grey,
grey, and yet more grey with occasional darker
grey periods. The highest temperature is shown as
10° C.
The other way is to scroll down to read the
small print. This sometimes contradicts the
pictograms, and sometimes reinforces them. Today
it says - "Cloudy with
occasional outbreaks of rain. However, there
will also be a few drier, brighter intervals
and feeling mild. A strong breeze which will
be gusty at times.". The written
forecast for tomorrow says - "Mainly dry with some bright
periods, but a further band of rain and
stronger winds moving east during the evening."
- this seems slightly more optimistic than my
readings of the pictograms. Any further ahead in
time is as close to fiction as anything, and I
hope it turns out wrong when Monday arrives - "Monday and Tuesday, showers
occasionally heavy, with hail and thunder, but
also sunny intervals. Rather chilly with some
overnight frost. Wednesday, band of cloud and
rain moving east.".
I normally make a point of being a
pessimist. This can be a good strategy because if
you think the worst, and the worst doesn't happen,
it is something to celebrate ! Sometimes I get it
wrong. I had a stupidly optimistic idea that
waking up at 3am in a pool of sweat was a message
from my bodies immune system to say that it had
really knuckled down, and my cough and cold would
soon be cured. It was definitely a premature
message, as I would find out later.
I didn't mention that I came home from the
doctors via Aldi yesterday. I fancied a sandwich
to celebrate buy a sandwich (or something like
that), and I also had it in mind that it would be
a good time to buy something that I had spotted in
there the previous time I had shopped in there. It
was a 20V cordless hammer drill powered by Lithium
Ion batteries. My initial thought was that it was
possibly a little overpriced at almost £50, but on
reflection it may have been a bargain that I would
be foolish to miss out on.
I haven't done much DIY for a long time, and
one reason is that my cordless drills all have
duff battery packs, and a new battery pack can
cost more than the entire drill. I can still force
a bit of charge into one of the drills batter
pack, and it can last long enough to drill a
couple of holes, but that is all. There are a
couple of small, very non urgent jobs that I would
like to do one day that will require a drill with
a bit more stamina.
So I bought what is actually more a kit than
just a drill from Aldi. It comes with two Lithium
Ion batteries - although this is not obvious on
the packaging without reading the fine print. My
experience with Lithium Ion batteries is that they
don't usually deteriorate when not in use
(although you do have to be careful that they
don't fully discharge) - unlike NiCad batteries
packs that are notorious for committing slow
suicide unless given lots of love and care. The
drill is actually a hammer drill, and I have never
owned one of those before. I feel sure that it
will shake itself to pieces in use, but I doubt I
will ever have to use it - the walls of my house
are only about as hard as a hard cheese ! The
final thing that offsets what seemed like a
slightly high price, is that it comes with a fair
selection of drill bits and screwdriver bits. It
obviously depends on getting some good use out of
it, but if I do I think I might have got a
bargain.
I think it was about 3pm when I met Jodie in
the Catford Wetherspoons pub. They didn't have any
great beers on, but I had a couple of pints of
acceptable beers. Before I went I made a pint of
checking the Wetherspoons vouchers I got when I
signed up to CAMRA. My suspicions were
right - I had vouchers that had been valid
since 1st Jan, and are due to expire at the end of
next month. I only managed to use two yesterday,
but that was a saving of £1.
After the drink I felt curious enough to
have a quick look in Peacocks - which is directly
across the main road from the pub. The first thing
that hit me was utter confusion. Some loony (they
are always loonies) decided to re-arrange the
whole store. All the menswear is not at the back
of the shop on the left hand side. It was
previously at the front of the shop on the right
hand side ! Initially I thought I would just take
a quick glance at their t-shirts, but then I
spotted something else - denim jackets of a fairly
traditional style (not the garish styles worn by
"street cred", "hip hop" type lunatics).
The thing about Peacocks is that they do far
bigger tops than they do bottoms. No one knows why
they do this, but I have never been able to
purchase a pair of jeans in there that I can even
do up without the aid of industrial hoists and
winches - and even if I can, by some miracle,
actually get the top button done up, I can still
not wear then because no blood can get
through to my legs. However they do sell tops that
can even be a very loose fit even for my manly
size ! This was not entirely true for the denim
jackets, but I bought the largest they had on
display, and although it feels a bit stiff and
tight in places, it is wearable. With more wear it
will start to feel comfortable, and if, as I
really hope will happen soon, I get in the mood to
lose some weight, and actually do it, it could be
a very comfortable fit indeed.
After Peacocks I went into the high street
£1 shop. I don't think I was looking for anything
in particular. I was just seeing what might be
new. Of course that didn't stop me coming away
with a bag full of stuff. One of the more useful
things was a couple of packets of biscuits - and
not just any sort of biscuits. They were sugar
free biscuits ! I first saw them in the 99p shop,
but they ran out. I have subsequently seen the
same brand appear in one of the local supermarkets
(but not these particular biscuits). For some
reason I remain ignorant about the food values of
these very tasty biscuits, but I take it on trust
that they will not raise my blood glucose level -
and that is very handy for me. It is just feasible
that they may be slightly low in calories too.
There was one other thing I bought in the £1
shop - it was a book. A book about Led
Zepplin. I've only read the first two chapters,
but so far it is a most enjoyable read. I have no
idea who the writer is, but he appears to know his
stuff. It seems strange that such an interesting
book should end up being sold for just £1 in the
£1 shop.
I didn't end up doing anything last night
except cough and blow my nose a lot. Sometimes it
seems like my cold is getting worse, and at other
times it seems like it is just different. I can't
quite put my finger on that difference - sometimes
it could be that the symptoms are getting milder,
but happening more often, and sometimes the
opposite of that. On reflection, the periods when
I am not coughing, and blowing my nose, do seems
to be getting longer, and while I am not coughing
one or other lungs up, I think I probably feel not
bad. It is possibly 15 to 20 minutes since I have
done any more than just a mild single cough, and I
do feel sort of OK for the moment. Perhaps there
is hope yet !
It seems strange that there could be hope
because I didn't feel so optimistic last night. I
felt tired, bothered, and bored last night, and
while I expected I might stay up a little late, I
actually found myself in bed at roughly 9pm.
Despite coughing and spluttering, I seemed to fall
asleep quite quickly, and as far as I can
remember, I slept until 2am. From then on it
seemed like my sleep was frequently interrupted by
an occasional hacking cough, a snot filled nose,
and either being too hot or too cold.
After hours of being half awake and half
asleep I eventually got up at around 6am.
Eventually I went and had a shower, and
then.........I coughed for a while, and I blew my
nose for a while, and nothing exciting, or
interesting happened until I sat down to write
this. Since starting writing I've had a couple of
medium length phone calls. Once I've finished
writing this I have to find something new to do.
I had an idea that I wanted to go out and do
some photography today, but when I look outside
and just see endless greyness I lose all
enthusiasm. It almost feels like I want to draw
the curtains and ignore the outside world. There
are two things I am sure I am going to do. One is
to wash a couple of t-shirts and a few other
oddments. I feel pretty sure I will do that
because I have already left it all soaking. All I
have to do now is the tedious rinsing and
wringing. Another thing I feel a strong urge to do
is to spend a while with some food. After that it
may well be unrelenting boredom until, and if I go
to a gig tonight. The Life Of Brian are playing in
the often far too packed (for easy photography)
and easy to get to, Partridge pub in Bromley. I
have to consider if I feel up to going, and
whether it is moral to go and cough over
everybody. On the plus side, they do sell some
wonderful beer in there !
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Friday
24th February 2017 |
11:13
GMT
It was very windy yesterday, very windy
indeed ! It didn't disturb me too much, but it did
cause some disruption to the roads and railways in
places - and would have caused to me to get home
late if I had been at work. All that wind was
coming from a "warm" source, and it did keep the
temperature up. Once it stopped it cooled down,
and this morning it was calm and cold - barely 4°
C when I walked to my doctors surgery. It is
warming up now, and it should reach 8° C in
another hour or so. That is not that good, but
there have been many sunny periods so far this
morning, and there could be some very long periods
of sunshine this afternoon.
I didn't feel like doing much yesterday
afternoon and evening. That had all the
ingredients for being very bored, but apart from
the odd minutes here and there, I didn't seem to
be, and the day passed quite smoothly. Later in
the evening I might have helped the time to pass
by more quickly by consuming a couple of large
measures of fiery cinnamon flavoured bourbon
whisky. This was, of course, for medicinal
reasons. It is possible that it did help my cough
in some small way.
It is likely that it did help me get to
sleep, and I think that it may have had one other
beneficial effect - although I can't be wholly
sure the effect was beneficial. I probably woke up
several times beforehand, but at about 3am I most
definitely woke up. I woke up saturated with
sweat, and I had to be careful choosing dry bits
of bed and duvet before I could get back to sleep.
My theory is that sweat was my bodies finest
effort at burning out the bug that has caused me
grief for the last 3 or 4 days. I still feel far
from perfect this morning, but I do feel something
has changed for the better. In fact this morning
has brought a few good and a few bad things. Some
of the bad, was when I went to see my doctor at
8.10am this morning.
I may have been called to the doctors
consulting room as much as a minute or two before
my appointed time - which was rather good. No
mention was made of the reason I was there in the
first place until I quickly ducked my head back
inside the room as I was leaving. I was originally
told to make an appointment after the results of
my blood test came through. Reception said that
one test showed I had a Urea/Electrolyte
imbalance. Having reminded the doctor about it,
just before I left the premises, she said it was
such a small error it was not worth worrying
about.
Typically what my doctor wanted to bellyache
on about was my blood pressure, and this was
despite some of my home reading being very low -
and not just low for me - some were genuinely
"low" low, and low enough to cause momentary light
headedness when getting out of a chair too
quickly. Apparently my average was still too high
despite most readings being about the lowest set
of readings I have ever given a doctor before.
I have allowed myself to be talked into
being fitted with a 24 hour blood pressure
monitoring machine. I dread what that will pick up
over the course of a normal day ! If it does show
my blood pressure is still too high then I will
probably be offloaded to a specialist. One
conclusion that specialist will probably come to
is that my blood pressure would be lower if I lost
some weight, and I know from personal experience
that is true. So we''l return back to why I first
wanted to see a doctor - try to find and fix the
problem that is making me feel so crap so I can
concentrate on, and be happy when losing weight.
I told the doctor about the cough, and the
drippy nose I've have been suffering from since
just after the start of the week. She checked my
lungs, breathing and heart. She also checked my
temperature, and I told her some of my own
readings. Her diagnosis was that it was most
probably a mild viral infection, and would clear
itself up soon. Maybe I should have lied and said
I was coughing up great big green balls of pus as
well at mucus (and for all I know I might have
been - I haven't stopped to look). That would have
qualified me for antibiotics, and then I could see
if they had the same miraculous long term effect
as they did last June. Sadly no antibiotics today.
Oh well, at least I can look forward to lots of
days off work - at least two to be fitted with,
and then return the 24 hour blood pressure monitor
- and then on the 8th March for my cyst to be
ultrasound scanned.
One thing that slightly cheered me up today
was to hear from Angela. She had a back to work
interview yesterday, and also had to take my rival
for her love along to hospital for (I think) an
MRI scan of his cancer. So there was a lot of news
to hear, and she went silent on me. I was hoping
it wasn't the case (and it wasn't) that she had
gone funny on me. It certainly felt like that
This morning I got a long text message
apologising that she hadn't contacted me, and
saying that she just felt too drained to speak to
anyone at the end of it all. Knowing Angela I know
that to be true, but on the other hand it would
have been nice if she could have made a bit more
effort - even if it was two lines to say she would
say more later. I can remember an occasion some 20
(?) years ago when I resorted to writing several
long(ish) emails with my left hand right after
being up all night in casualty being treated for
what was called "soft tissue damage" (i.e. a
bruise), but was actually a partly dislocated
elbow. Only after everyone who needed to know had
been emails did I finally go to bed.
After getting the text message from Angela I
called her back. It seems her back to work
interview went much better than she hoped, and I
was able to point out the potential significance
of one of the offers her bosses had made that she
didn't twig at the time. The news from her cancer
ridden friend sounds to me to be less good than
Angela seems to think. It's all a matter of
semantics. To sugar coat the news, the doctors
said that these latest scans showed the cancer had
not spread as far as it's original limits. To me
that sounds like it has spread further than some
other previous time. Of course I didn't point out
this view to Angela, but it didn't sound good to
me.
I have only a vague idea of what I am doing
later. I think there may be a gig on tonight, but
I can't see myself feeling good enough to go to
it. What may be better is to meet Jodie in the
Wetherspoons pub, and have a few beers before
coming home to sleep it off. Jodie is a very late
riser and so her afternoon probably won't start
until about 3pm !
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Thursday
23rd February 2017 |
15:39
GMT
One of the problems of staying in with a
cold is that it is hard to keep track of the
weather. I know that yesterday afternoon was
fairly tepid, but I can't seem to recall if it was
sunny or overcast. I noted the pavements seemed
wet in the morning, and so the morning must have
been overcast. I think the afternoon may well have
been too. The temperature didn't dip much
overnight, and today has been in the region of 12°
C. There has even been some sunny periods, but the
thing that is the predominant feature of the
weather is the wind. It may be calming down a
little bit now, but "Storm Doris" has given some
very strong winds. One very strong gust hit me and
it was hard to battle against it. The wind should
calm down tomorrow, but it is going to be a very
cold morning. Perhaps no more than 4° C when I
have to go out to the doctors. Later on it should
warm up a bit, and there is supposed to be more
sunny spells.
My cold continued through yesterday in
varying strengths. From time to time I felt almost
well, and at other times rather less so. At other
times it was a combination of both. It was
probably around 8pm, maybe a little earlier, that
I started to sweat profusely for no obvious
reason. Apart from the inconvenience of being all
wet and sticky, I actually felt OK while it was
happening. Just before 9pm I remembered to check
my temperature. I was running a fever, but of the
mildest type ever - just 38° C - barely above
normal for most people.
I don't think I could be bothered trying to
get to sleep too early last night. I knew that I
would not be going back to work today, and so
there was no rush to get my 8 hours of beauty
sleep. Of course I didn't get 8 hours, but I
probably slept very slightly better than the
previous night. I don't really know what woke me
up a few times in the night. I went for a pee some
of the times I woke up, but it was more force of
habit rather than any great need to go. One reason
that might account for a couple of times was
feeling too cold after part kicking off the duvet
a few times - or maybe I had gone to sleep with
the duvet half off because I felt too hot.
When I finally got up this morning I was in
that state of superposition where you feel both
good and bad. While sitting quietly at my PC, or
even just laying in bed, I felt fine. It was only
when trying to do something, or even think, when I
realised that not going to work today was actually
a good idea ! Eventually I decided to get washed
and dressed and do something. One of the early
things to do was to check my blood pressure. It
remains quite remarkably low for me - provided I
go through the rituals and incantations to make it
so !
There were two things I wanted to do today,
although the second was actually an after thought.
That latter thing was to wash another duvet cover.
This one, currently the last to be done until I
change my bedding again, seemed to be far heavier
when wet than the one I did yesterday, and it took
a lot of manhandling. It is currently drying on a
cloths horse in the bath, and sooner or later I
will need to transfer it downstairs where it can
dry with the help of a fan heater set on low.
The first task I did was to go to Tesco.
This time it was not to buy food or booze, but to
buy a new printer. My printer until this morning
was a HP 1010. It was a fairly cheap printer, and
it was rubbish ! The paper feed was forever
jamming, and it would often report an ink
cartridge to be empty when there is no way it
could have been. I used it so infrequently that
the black ink cartridge just gummed up, and I had
to print test out in dark blue. It would have been
too much of a fight to print out a record of my
blood pressure readings in the morning, and so it
had to be replaced.
I knew that Tesco stocks the occasional
printer, and it seemed the easiest place to buy
one at short notice. The only trouble was that I
did not want to buy another HP printer, but that
is all they had - just one single model - an HP
Deskjet 2130. On the plus side it was only £24. I
seem to recall that when I bought my first ever
colour printer, an Epsom 480 if I recall
correctly, it was a couple of hundred quid in 1989
prices. That printer was really good for years,
and once, when I was really broke, I refilled the
cartridges with food dyes ! The colour fidelity
was not great, but it worked ! Eventually, after a
very hard life, the mechanics started getting
slack, and it had to be replaced.
I don't do much printing these days and so
an almost disposable £24 printer probably suits my
needs. In this case it is even better value for
money because it includes a flat bed scanner too.
I haven't managed to get that to work using my
Linux PC, but the printer works fine on it. I had
to resort to booting into Windows XP, something I
only do on the rarest of occasions these days, to
test out the scanner function It seems to work OK.
Two snaps taken on my old Praktica camera from, at
a wild guess, 1989......
A scan of an old photo taken at Kings Cross
station showing two class 365 dual voltage
trains still in their Network South East livery.
This would have been about the time that the
stock that were used on South Eastern were
transferred to work north of London.
Another dual voltage train - a class 319 in
Connex South Central livery.
This cold I am
suffering from has some annoying features.
This morning it was the way it gave me a false
sense of feeling about how good or bad I was.
This afternoon I feel generally OK except my
cough has got a lot worse. Every now and then
something triggers a good cough, and I
(usually) cough up a lot of mucus. My nose
seems to be getting drippy again, but that may
just be a reaction to the coughing. A really
good cough actually leaves me momentarily
light headed. I guess my blood pressure is
still nice and low (where nice and low is what
the doctors think it should be, and not what
my body seems to think is best for it).
Well, tomorrow I can go and cough all
over the doctor. I shall learn my fate
regarding my Urea and Electrolyte imbalance
(or whatever it is). Hopefully I shall get
some praise for my low blood pressure, but I
expect the doctor will take all the credit for
it. If I am very lucky I will be prescribed
some antibiotics to help clear this cough up.
It will be interesting to see if they have a
long term good effect like they did last June.
The other medical news is that I now
have an appointment to have an ultrasound scan
of what is probably a sebaceous cyst on my
back. It is possible that it could be the
source of a recurring mild infection -
although my doctors don't think it is very
likely. The appointment is on 8th March, and
hopefully I will learn some information about
what the ultrasound sees at the end of the
appointment (although it could take a week or
more for the full diagnose to be passed to my
doctor).
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Wednesday
22nd February 2017 |
|
14:17
GMT
I was feeling too rough to pay too much
attention to the weather yesterday. My main
memories are that it was grey, dry, and lurking on
the borders of cool and mild......maybe tepid !
Today seems remarkably similar. Sometimes it has
been light grey, and sometimes rather darker. Wet
pavements hint that there was a light splash of
rain this morning, but I haven't personally
observed any rain. The temperature is about the 12
- 13° C that was forecast. Tomorrow is forecast to
be windy, and that will make it feel cooler than
the 11° C forecast for the morning. The afternoon
will see the temperature a degree or two lower.
During the morning some showers are forecast, and
some of them may be heavy. Oddly enough, some
sunshine is also forecast for the same time !
I felt pretty rotten at work yesterday. It
was worse during the morning when I was coughing a
lot. That really got my chest aching - although it
had been aching to one degree or another since the
previous evening. My nose was dripping a lot in
the morning too. By the afternoon I was feeling a
bit better. I seemed to be coughing less, and my
nose had all but dried up. It seemed, incorrectly,
that I was just about over my cold.
It was nice to get out into the fresh air
after work, but not that nice. The trouble was, my
chest was still aching from all the coughing
earlier on. As soon as I tried to walk too fast,
or at my normal speed, as I would describe it, my
breathing rate went up, and every breath seemed to
stretch my strained chest muscles. By the time I
got home I was feeling pretty bad. On the plus
side I didn't cough too much on the way home, and
my nose was mostly dry. There was one instance on
the train when I did cough, and cough quite hard.
I don't know what I coughed up, but it was
horribly slimy, and being on a train I had little
option but to swallow it. Yuk !!!
One of the first things I did when I got in
was to have a hot can of "chunky beef and
vegetable" soup. That certainly warmed me up a
bit. I had been feeling quite chilly when I got
home, and it seemed rather cooler than the outside
temperature should have felt. I thought I might
have a fever, and quickly dug out the clinical
thermometer to check my temperature. No matter how
I tried I could not get that thermometer to go
higher than 36.7° C. As far as I know, that is below
normal !
There was better news about my blood
pressure. It was low enough to not get a doctor
too excited. Later on, after a bit more hot food,
and some better relaxation, I managed to get the
pressure down to almost low, and certainly below
what I am supposed to aim for. I am not sure I
feel too good when it is that low. There was one
instance when I stood up very quickly, and had a
momentary dizzy feeling. It would seem that the
new drug the doctor prescribed me is rather more
effective than the usual drugs I am on - or maybe
it's the two working in parallel. What does seem
certain is that I need to do a bit of fine tuning
of the doses - hopefully with the doctors
cooperation, or without if needed.
More than anything else, I felt very tired
last night. I can't remember what time it was, but
I don't think it was much later than 6pm when I
lay on my bed to read, and promptly fell asleep.
Once again, I can't be sure how long it was I
slept for, but I'm guessing it was something like
an hour. Soon after 8pm I was back in bed again,
and once I managed to clear my throat, and clear
my nose, I fell asleep again.
I slept until about half past midnight
before waking up again. I woke up with my nose
blocked, and with a tickly throat. There was no
way I could relax like that so I got up for 20 -
30 minutes. One thing I did to amuse me was to
take my temperature. After being wrapped up in the
duvet, and with the heating on, my temperature at
1am this morning was 37.2° C. As far as I know,
that is perfectly normal. By 04:39 it was down to
16.9° C as my corpse slowly cooled down -
probably.
I didn't sleep all that well, but I did
sleep in the early hours of the morning. My best
bit of sleep was after I turned off my 5am alarm
at just gone 4.30am. I slept right through my
usual waking time of 5am, and didn't wake up until
6.30am. In terms of my lifestyle, I thought that
was rather marvellous. I decided not to check my
blood pressure then, but to do it after I had
taken my morning medication, and had another can
of soup to amuse my stomach (it seems to draw
blood away from y arm, and lowers my blood
pressure). Once again I got a very satisfactory
reading.
I still felt bad enough to call in sick this
morning, and maybe that was a good idea
considering how I felt after doing two things I
probably shouldn't have done. The first was to go
to Aldi and bring back two medium heavy bags of
shopping, plus three 2l bottles of sugar free cola
in my ruck sack. I felt a bit sluggish going
there, and my right legs seemed unusually stiff.
Coming back home again, with all that shopping,
was, I have to admit, a bit of a struggle. I
didn't feel too good after that.
The other thing I did that I shouldn't have
was to wash a duvet cover this afternoon. It was
really rather hard work, and if I hadn't run out
of energy I would have ideally liked to given it
one more rinse. I think it probably is rinsed just
enough, but like the shopping trip, it did leave
me feeling rather knackered. Actually, "knackered"
doesn't quite describe it. As well as my arm
muscles complaining a bit, various other bits of
me seemed to have various twinges. I even seemed
to get a short lived headache. It is a shame that
I can't bottle all those feelings and present them
to my doctor because they represent, in a more
extreme form, how I have been feeling since the
effect of the antibiotics wore off last September
(or thereabouts - it was such a slow process that
you can't easily put a range of dates on it, let
alone a single date).
Talking of doctors....it was only with a
medium amount of frustration that I got through to
the surgery this morning, and I have booked an
appointment with the nice doctor at 8.10am on
Friday morning. The question now is what to do
until then. It is possible that I will feel well
enough to go back to work tomorrow - particularly
if I sleep reasonably well tonight - but do I want
to go in for one day when I am off on Friday.
Maybe I could stretch this illness out a
bit....maybe I won't have to stretch it out, and
it will do it by itself. That then leads on to
what to do about entertainment. I don't think
anything is likely to happen tonight, but I could
do stuff tomorrow night.....maybe. I guess I had
better just wait and see how I feel, and also how
I feel about seeing the doctor on Friday with a
hangover !
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Tuesday
21st February 2017 |
08:16
GMT
There was some sunshine yesterday, but I
was hoping there would be more. What didn't
disappoint was the temperature. I am fairly sure
it didn't hit the 18° C that was allegedly
reported at Kew (3 or 4 miles to the west of
Earlsfield), but I did see 13.8° C on my
thermometer when I got home from work. I don't
think it would accurate to describe that as warm,
but it was damn close to it. Thick cloud kept the
warmth in overnight, and it was 10 or nearly 11° C
when I got up this morning. It is highly unlikely
we will see any sunshine today, but the forecast
does show a few times when the cloud may be fairly
light today. The vast majority of the day will see
thick dark clouds. Apart from a sprinkle of rain
before I left home, it should be a dry day. The
forecast for the temperature is remarkably simple
- it will be a constant 11° C until 11am, and the
it will be 12° C until 9pm when it will drop back
to 11° C until 11am tomorrow morning. Then the
temperature will rise to 12° C again. Tomorrow is
forecast to be heavily overcast again, and with
rain starting mid afternoon. That rain may not
stop until sometime in the morning after.
Yesterday was good and bad, but with the
emphasis on bad. I didn't feel all that good, but
then again I didn't feel that bad either. The
major disappointment was when Angela phoned me to
say she wouldn't have time to see me after work. I
doubt she will tonight, but it hasn't been ruled
out completely yet. When I left work I was in a
curious state of feeling both good and bad at the
same time. I definitely had some pains that were
mostly mild, but were still annoying. On the other
hand, quite a lot of my body felt rather good - up
to a limit.
Walking to the station didn't seem very
taxing. It was probably almost as easy as it has
ever been. Dashing from the train at Waterloo to
where I would board the train at Waterloo East,
began to tire me a bit. During the walk from the
station to home my legs felt rather heavy, and I
had to force myself to keep up a half decent pace.
It seems counter-intuitive to me, but instead of
raising my blood pressure, all that effort seems
to lower it. It has been the case ever since I
started taking home blood pressure readings, and
the readings I have taken soon after getting home
from work have usually been the lowest ever.
Apart from checking my blood pressure I took
all my drugs, and had a sandwich. I gave that very
little time to settle down before doing what I
said I would do if I wasn't seeing Angela. I
washed a double bed sheet, and as usual, because I
haven't bothered to try and get my new washing
machine working, I washed that sheet by hand. It
may not get as heavy as a towel when saturated
with water, but it was till fairly heavy, and just
lifting it clear of the water needed a bit of
muscle power. Wringing it out needed even more
muscle power - and I gave it about 6 rinses before
giving up. After hanging it up to dry I went back
up to my bedroom feeling quite knackered. Out of
curiosity, I checked my blood pressure
again.......
I don't think I have ever seen my blood
pressure this low before. To make sure it wasn't
just a fluke I checked it twice. The first reading
was a little bit higher, but not much. That seemed
good and relaxed me, and then I tried again and
got the measurement in the picture. It would seem
the cure for my high blood pressure is to wash
sheets by hand day and nights !
After checking my my blood pressure I
celebrated with the second and final part of my
dinner. It was almost a good and healthy second
part, but a few things conspired to make it less
so. The core of it was an Aldi Mediterranean salad
mix - basically green leaves with some tomatoes,
peppers, and sliced onion. I added a pack of
anchovies that had been sitting (still sealed) in
the fridge for quite some time. They were not the
strong salty type of anchovies, but otherwise very
similar. Then I looked what else was in the
fridge, and there was a lump of Edam cheese that
had been sitting neglected for almost a week, So I
sliced that thinly, and added it to the anchovies
and salad. Then I drowned the whole thing in
mayonnaise. It was very nice even if it was not as
healthy as it could be.
Sometime later after than enhanced salad I
had a small bowl of peanuts, and maybe they were a
big mistake - a mistake beyond just containing a
lot of calories. It initially seemed like I had an
allergic reaction to those peanuts. I have never
knowingly had one before, and subsequently the
very idea turned out to be completely wrong. The
trouble was that my throat started to feel very
tickly, and I started to cough. Later on it would
become much worse. During the first part of the
night that cough became quite painful - it was
more like a bark than a cough.
Eventually the cough settled down, possible
because I took a couple of paracetamol tablets.
Later on, after I got up this morning, it was
joined by a drippy nose. It seems I have yet
another cold ! The good news is that my blood
pressure readings taken after washing my hair, and
a hot shower, were reasonably good (we won't talk
about the readings taken very soon after getting
out of bed !). Once again I am in the position of
feeling a bit good and a bit bad. The cough and
drippy nose are annoying, but a lot of my body
feels fairly OK.......maybe that's more true of my
body below my waist. My legs seem in good form
this morning, and my right hand, left ear lobe,
and left eye lid have never felt better !
If Sods law is in full operation I will
definitely be able to see Angela after work - but
shouldn't because I have a filthy cold. Maybe, in
the unlikely event that she isn't trying to
massage the beginnings of bed sores of my rival
for love, and she can see me, I reckon it will
have to just be a quick drink in the pub with no
kissing or cuddling. Oh well, that would be better
than nothing, although it is easy to wonder if I
am flogging a dead horse (again ?). It all puts me
in a difficult position. My rival, for all his
cancer and other assorted ills, could live for
years yet, and I worry that by the time he is dead
Angela and I will be so estranged that there will
be no chance to resume our relationship as it was
before Angela made the decision to abandon me to
look after an old friend. It was a very noble
cause, but leaves me feeling very isolated and
unloved. Oh well, nothing changes.
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Monday
20th February 2017 |
08:23
GMT
My morning paper said that there is a big
plume of warm air heading our way, and it has come
5000 miles all the way from Jamaica. Some swivel
eyed optimist in the paper was quoted as saying
that some parts of the south could reach 19° C
later today. Maybe that might be true of the south
west of the country, which always benefits from
warmer air coming in from the west, but here in
London the temperature today is forecast to only
be a little better than yesterday. It's swings and
roundabouts - we may gain a little on the
temperature, but lose a bit with less sunshine.
This morning started a little less cold than
yesterday. It was 10° C when I came to work.
During the course of the day the temperature is
supposed to rise to a high of 14° C by early
afternoon. Along the way there should be a few
sunny intervals around midday. At, or maybe just
before sunset at 17:24 today, the temperature will
drop a bit, but not by much. It may still be 10° C
at 5am tomorrow morning, but it will have been
raining since 3am. That rain, hopefully just light
rain, may not stop until 10am. So I will most
probably be coming to work in the wet. Once the
rain stops the temperature may rise to 13° C, but
it is supposed to stay a very dark grey day !
My chest was aching when I went to bed, and
it wasn't the usual sort of ache. I assumed I was
going to die, but I took a couple of Ibuprofen so
I wouldn't have a headache when I went to hell or
heaven. Eventually I got to sleep, and by 1.30am I
was still alive. I did end that portion of my
sleep with a pretty weird sort of dream. I dreamed
that I was moving from Catford to somewhere that
seemed to be called Surrey - and I don't mean the
county. In my dream Surrey seemed to be a town
somewhere near Rochester or Chatham. One strange
aspect of the dream seemed to suggest that my
house had been compulsory purchased so it could be
demolished to make way for.......probably a
hyperspace bypass, or something ! That allowed me
to leave loads of junk behind, and to go back for
one last look to see if there was anything else
worth salvaging for my new house - which I had
never seen in my dream.
Maybe it was the intensity of the dream, or
maybe it was because I had to go to the toilet for
more than just a wee, or maybe it was because the
pain in my chest had broken up to several pains in
different parts of my body, my left leg, my right
foot, and my neck, but whatever it was, it was
pretty good at keeping me awake ! I suspect that I
was awake for rather less time than it seemed, and
it seemed like hours ! I have a suspicion I woke
up at least once before my alarm eventually woke
me up at 5am, but I can't seem to remember that
time, or any other with any clarity - there is an
equal chance that it/they were just part of a
mostly forgotten dream rather than reality.
I am unsure how I felt when I got up, and I
am still unsure how I feel even now. What I do
know is that when I checked, and recorded my blood
pressure, just about 10 minutes after waking up,
it was both bad and good. My systolic pressure was
quite reasonable, but the diastolic was a fair bit
higher than usual. Maybe it takes longer for my
blood to sink down to my feet, safely out of the
way when I change from spending hours laying down
to being upright again.
Now I am at work, and my office is warming
up, I can definitely say I feel rather sleepy
still. Getting as far as Earlsfield station seemed
to be easy, but evidently wore me out because the
walk from there to work seemed a little harder
than it can do. As I sit here I can feel a few
aches and pains, but nothing all that unusual.
Maybe I just need a good rest after what turned
out to be an exceptional weekend for me - two gigs
on two consecutive nights !
I am looking forward to two things today.
The first is to waste some of the companies time
searching for a wide angle, wide aperture lens for
my Canon camera. It is possible that I might limit
my search to Amazon, but I may look further. I
have an idea that what I really want could be
incredibly expensive, or may not even exist ! I
may have to compromise on my desires, and try
something rather less than I might want, but only
if it is a reasonable price.
The second thing to look forward to is going
home. Of course going home is always good, but
tonight there is about a 75% chance that I will be
meeting Angela for a quick drink, and then there
is a 50% chance that she'll come back to my place
for another drink, and a nice intimate relaxing
time. Either that or I will be going straight
home, and maybe washing a sheet. That would also
be satisfying, but not nearly as satisfying as
seeing Angela.
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Sunday
19th February 2017 |
15:13
GMT
I think I could bring myself to say that
yesterday was nice ! There was a nice amount of
sunshine, and the temperature seemed nice too. I
think the temperature did hit the forecast 13° C
(having just checked what I wrote yesterday -
which would have been the sensible thing to do
first - I see it definitely was 13° C for a
while). It was even mildly mild late at night. It
was certainly cool, but I didn't notice it being
chilly when I came home from the pub at 11pm. I am
unsure of the temperature this morning, but it
didn't strike me as being that cold. We've had a
few sunny spells today, and I don't think any were
expected. My downstairs thermometer is currently
saying it is 12° C, and the upstairs one is saying
it is a very agreeable 14° C ! The current
forecast says we have now lost the sun for the
rest of the day, and probably tomorrow too. We
will be wrapped up in a big grey fluffy ball of
cloud, and that will keep the warmth in. It should
still be 10° C when I get up tomorrow, and by mid
afternoon 14° C is forecast.
The great debate yesterday was what to do in
the evening. Angela didn't seem to know if
she was going out to a gig, or not. If it was not
I was hoping to have quiet evening in with her. At
the last minute she decided she was going to
Beckenham to see her daughter fronting Life Of
Brian. I was feeling tolerably good, and so I
decided I would definitely go as well. Angela
turned up late, but it was wonderful to see her,
and she made a beeline to me for a hug and a
couple of kisses.
There were several bad things about the
evening, but only from a personal perspective, and
then mostly to do with difficulties taking
pictures. The pub was very crowded, and
particularly so around the band. The band
themselves were tucked into a small corner, and
they barely had space to move. Moving around on
the public side of the mic stands/PA speakers was
rather hit and miss. So when Angela managed to
squeeze through the crowd to see some more friends
I effectively lost her for the night.
Meanwhile I faced the difficulty of trying
to take some nice photos. Miranda, who fronts the
band, is a great fan of my photos, as is her mum,
Angela, so I felt obliged to do my best to take a
few good snaps (but then again I try my best on
all occasions). Last night I was hampered by a
severe lack of space, and poor lighting. My big
aperture lens, combined with the ISO setting set
to maximum, managed to pull in some bright but
grainy pictures, but that lens only sees a narrow
field of view. I really could have done with a
wide angle lens when trying to take pictures while
almost standing on the guitarists toes !
I couldn't get a wide angle shot to show all
the band, and so I made up this composite picture
to show here. Top left is Dave Geering the
bass player. Top right is Brian Bath - guitarist
and vocals. Bottom left is Miranda Bell - most
vocals and some guitar. Bottom tight is drummer
Paul Gunn. I'll upload the full album to Flickr
later on.
I made one mistake towards the end of the
evening. I stepped outside the pub for a breath of
fresh air (once upon a time it would have been for
a fag !). Once I moved out of the way, everyone
shuffled around, and blocked the door so I could
not get back in without being ride by pushing and
shoving. I ended up going in by the side entrance,
but couldn't get within 15ft of the band. As the
gig drew to an end I managed to find Angela again.
I was hoping that I might be offered a bacon
sandwich back at her house, and I think if
circumstances were different I would have been.
The circumstances last night was that she wanted
to rush back to her "patients" house to check if
he was OK. So I got the 54 back home by myself.
Fortunately it was not a long wait for the
bus - under 10 minutes. I expect it is all in the
mind, but the bus going home always seems faster
than going to the pub. If the buses seemed as fast
going to a venue I might even get out more. With
all the crowds around the bar, and nowhere to put
my glass when using my camera, I didn't drink that
much last night - perhaps only 3 pints (but it
could have been 4). That should still have been
enough for potential discomfort when going home -
particularly so when taking a drug that is
supposed to be a mild diuretic - and yet I had no
discomfort - none at all. In fact I think I did
more weeing when I got up this morning than I did
last night.
Maybe I have been looking after my blood
glucose level better than I thought I was. The
truth is that I haven't been making any special
effort to look after my sugar and carbohydrate
intake, but on reflection I probably have been
following my own unwritten rules automatically
without thinking. Sometimes I can be "good" like
that, and last night I was unusually good. I
dismissed all thoughts about fast food takeaways,
and just had a cold vegetable and pasta salad type
thing for my late night supper. Then I went to
bed, and slept soundly for at least 5 or 6 hours.
This morning I felt fairly well - far from
perfect, but generally comfortable. That allowed
me to wash some t-shirts, pillow cases, and a pair
of lounge pants. Other than that I have spent a
several hours editing a new album of the photos I
took last night. I'm not sure what else I have
done, but I don't seem to have had a typical ultra
boring Sunday afternoon. Maybe that will start
once I have finished writing this...or maybe not.
I will soon prepare some dinner, and eat it.
That'll take a few minutes. Then I have my evening
drugs to take, and after that I want to try and
relax a lot. On this occasion, relax means the
sort of relaxation that might give me a nice low
blood pressure reading rather than just the being
ultra lazy type of relaxed.
It's back to work tomorrow, and because it
will almost be warm (although probably dull and
gloomy) I am hoping for a nice comfortable journey
to work in my lightest coat. I am hoping even more
than I will be seeing Angela after work tomorrow,
and I am also hoping she will have time to spend a
couple of hours with me here at home. It really
all depends on how her sick lover is doing, If he
takes a turn for the worse I won't see her.
Fingers crossed.
|
Saturday
18th February 2017 |
15:13
GMT
It was definitely a nice day yesterday.
There was lots of sunshine, and early in the
afternoon it was close to warm - perhaps tepid
would be more accurate. It was even mild in the
late evening. The high point would have probably
been around 2pm, and it was 11 or 12° C. By 10pm,
or so, it was still around 7° C, and that was
pleasant enough while wearing a coat. Today has
been another sunny day. Once again it hasn't been
solid sunshine, but there has been a goodly amount
of it, and it hasn't finished yet. I think the
temperature has already peaked for today. It is
currently 12° C, and I am sure it was 13° C
earlier. That is rather good for mid February, and
must be a sign that Spring is on it's way.
Tomorrow is currently forecast to be about a
degree cooler, and it is going to be overcast -
sometimes heavily. Monday may be 14° C, but also
heavily overcast - unless the forecast changes -
which is 99% likely !
Apart from the leaden feel of my legs, like
the brakes were slightly on, I did, on reflection,
feel quite good yesterday. Maybe it was the
lightening of the load by seeing a nice, and most
importantly, a helpful doctor. It seemed like
things were on the move, and there might be an
answer to my problems - although I think that warm
sunshine will be the biggest contributor to my
recovery. Perhaps in another month, if the weather
continues to improve, I'll be feeling more or less
OK, but I do feel that this time I might push the
medical profession to try and improve upon that.
One thing I did yesterday was to run up a
very simple spreadsheet to record my blood
pressure twice a day while I am at home. As usual,
my own readings are rather less dramatic than the
readings taken by the doctor. The very first
reading I took, which involved a little bit of
hassle with my blood pressure machine (it seems to
have a wonky cuff that can't always hear my pulse
unless I get it exactly right, and sometime apply
a little external pressure until it is inflated
enough to touch the skin firmly), was a little
higher than I would like, but way lower than any
reading the doctor took. My second reading, taken
a minute or two later when I was more relaxed, was
barely high at all. The systolic pressure was 136
- 110 to 130 would be considered satisfactory, and
so I wasn't far off the mark. Last Wednesday,
while I was feeling annoyed by the doctor, she
managed to get it up to 212 - that is in the
danger area.
It is hard to believe my new, and additional
tables are actually doing anything. I haven't
noticed any significant change in the quantity or
frequency of my weeing, but it was either the
Guinness I was drinking last night, and/or the
tablet I took this morning, that seems to have
reduced my blood pressure a little this morning.
The first reading wasn't terrible, and the second
was a small improvement over last night - just
132. I can't find any evidence, but I have a
recollection that the reading was 133 when I was
discharged from hospital in 2013 after my heart
bypass operation - and that was after the doctors
were constantly tinkering with their drugs to get
my readings OK.
I wasn't sure if it was a clever idea to go
out and drink pints of Guinness when I had just
started taking a drug with diuretic properties
(makes you wee), but I was feeling sort of good -
not perfect, but the sort of feeling that is often
improved by booze. So I got myself cleaned up,
dressed, grabbed my camera, and ventured out to
find a 54 bus to take me to Beckenham. I had to
run for the bus, but only because it sneaked up
behind me as I arrived at the bus stop, and
stopped short of the stop because there was
another bus in it's way.
The band I was going to see was Big Red Bus,
and when I got to Beckenham they had already
started. It wasn't a great turnout last night, but
there was enough to make it worthwhile, and few
enough to allow me to take photos without stepping
on too many toes. Earlier on I had spoken to
Angela and she said she wasn't going to go, and
was going to have quiet night in with her
daughter. I heard a different story when I got to
the pub. Her daughter had suggested to someone
else that they would probably pop in there later
after having a meal somewhere. Later on she
confirmed that they wouldn't be going. That did
leave me in a bit of a dilemma for reasons I'll
explain in a minute.
Big Red Bus - on the left
with a smile on his face, Geoff Paice, then
Patsi Paice on the keyboard. Auntie Doreen on
sax, and new boy Martin on guitar. Derek Brand
was playing the drums behind Auntie Doreen.
The entire width of the "stage" is just enough
for 4 people to stand shoulder to shoulder !
It was one of those nights that was most
enjoyable. There was some good company, some
good music, plenty of Guinness, and Geoff was
using his "old fashioned" tungsten filament
PAR (polished Aluminium reflector) lamps. They
are not that bright, but it is a light my
camera likes. The only sad thing was the
reason I decided I ought to go home early -
approx 10pm.
Earlier in the day I had had a phone
call from Angela, and she was in tears. The
man she has mostly transferred her affections
to, the man who has had cancer, was seriously
ill again. A recent scan showed the cancer was
active again, and if that wasn't bad enough,
he is now very poorly with pluerisy. It really
sounds as if he is coming to an end, and yet
he has pulled through several bad periods
before. It's terrible news for Angela, and it
puts me in a very difficult position. On the
one hand I hate it that Angela is so sad, and
on the other hand he is my rival for her love.
I can't wish him any ill will, but at the same
time, my life could be a lot happier if I
didn't have to compete with him. It's
difficult, but I guess it is just a microcosm
of life - you have to ride out the bad bits,
and rejoice if there are any good bits.
The reason I hurried home early from the
pub was because I had told Angela that if she
was pissed off to call me at any time, and she
did say she probably would phone me yesterday
evening. That was on the assumption that I
possibly wouldn't be going out. So I thought
that it would obviously be easier to talk
about sensitive stuff at home rather than in a
noisy pub. In the end she didn't call, but she
did send me a thank you text when I texted her
to say I was back at home and available again
if she did need to talk. That did leave me
free to eat my very naughty chicken and chips
that I bought on the way home.....well you
have to after drinking about 5 pints of
Guinness !
I typically woke up too early this
morning, but until I did it seemed that I was
sleeping solidly. Those tablets I am now
taking didn't seem to affect me in any way
except to possibly lower my blood pressure a
smidgen. It seemed I needed to wee less after
taking them, and not more. After taking my
morning selection of tablets I spent some time
on the internet, and then I went back to bed
again, and I think I slept for at least
another hour. I had the usual selection of
aches and pains this morning, but maybe they
were a bit more muted than usual. I sort of
felt good then, and I still feel fairly good
now. I think much of it is in the mind rather
than reality, but that's good enough for me.
I have been a little bit busy today.
Amongst my achievements are selecting and
editing a selection of the best pictures I
took last night (I'll upload them to Flickr
sooner or later). I've washed 4 works shirts,
a t-shirt, and some underwear. I've been to
the corner shop without needing to put a coat
on, and that inspired me to go to Tesco to buy
some stuff - also without wearing a coat. It
wasn't exactly warm out without a coat, but it
was comfortable, and it felt good.
Among the stuff I bought was two bottles
of Vodka. One was rather expensive (I think).
It was Swedish vodka in a very pretty blue,
almost crystal cut bottle. The other was less
expensive, and it was a Polish bison grass
flavoured vodka. I remember (just about)
drinking that at one of the work Xmas dinners
some years ago. It was brought all the way
from Poland by out Polish engineer. I'm not
sure if it has a "nice" flavour, but it is
sort of interesting.
I bought the vodka for Angela. We seem
to be on such good terms again lately that I
think it won't be too long before she pays me
another visit. It could even be tonight. She
feels too "frazzled to go to a gig", and wants
to be available to stay with her lover while
he is seriously sick, but only if her lovers
daughter doesn't take over the reins - as she
will, but maybe won't get here from wherever
she lives possibly until tomorrow. If Angela
is not needed there is a good chance she will
come and see me instead. It is such a shame
that it will be on the back of a tragedy, and
yet I won't be able to help myself enjoying it
- particularly if I can make Angela happy, and
I think I can - for a while. If I don't see
Angela I will probably go to a gig...although
my enthusiasm for that has waned recently.
|
Friday
17th February 2017 |
14:32
GMT
It's funny how the weather forecast can
change so rapidly. Sometime it is just as if the
forecasters have popped outside the office for a
fag, looked around, and decided that the weather
is not quite how they thought it would be, and so
they rush back inside to hastily update the
forecast. Sometimes it would be nice if they could
do a completely accurate forecast for at least a
couple of days ahead. They did eventually get
yesterday about right. There was a fair amount of
sunshine, and it did feel unusually mild. I reckon
the forecast for 11° C was not far off the mark.
Today was supposed to be mainly cloudy, but
the reality is that we have had better than sunny
intervals. Maybe they were better than sunny
periods as well. That was the case for Catford,
maybe other places are/were different. My upstairs
thermometer was reading 13° C a little while, and
while it might be a degree or two lower nearer the
ground, it is still rather impressive compared to
even the best of recent days. The sun has gone in
as I write this, but I can still see a lot of blue
sky. Tomorrow may start a little dull, but
it is forecast to be 7° C, By lunchtime, and for
the rest of daylight hours, sunshine is forecast.
With luck it may even be a degree warmer than
today - and that will make it shirtsleeve weather
!
There is no denying that a bit of sunshine
did make my journey hone (via the pub) seem a lot
nicer, and at the start, discomfortless. I decided
that I would get to The Partridge pub by going to
Bromley North station. It is a slower journey, but
avoids the slog up the high street. I don't think
I appreciated that Bromley North station is
probably only half the distance to the pub
compared to Bromley South, and no hills are
involved. So it turned out to be the perfect
choice - except for one thing.
The train from Waterloo East, that runs 3
minutes later than my usual train home from there,
is, I think, fairly empty at the front, but can be
very full towards the rear. Unfortunately I
misjudged how far along the train would let me
alight right by the footbridge that allows me to
cross to the platform for Bromley North trains at
Grove Park station. I knew that the actual exit
from the station was at the rear of the train, but
thought that the footbridge was about 3 carriages
along from the rear. I was wrong, it is probably
nearer half way along the 10 car train.
So I ended up travelling in the busiest part
of the train, and had to stand all the way. It's
not a long journey, probably no more than 15
minutes, and maybe a tad less, but when I got off
the train I found my legs had seized up. I blame
this partly on upping the dose of Bisoprolol, the
drug that reduces my blood pressure. When
throttled back too far my heart only has enough
energy to pump blood to my brain and intestines,
but not enough to pump it back up from my feet. So
my left ankle swells, and my legs feel stiff.
I have no idea if that comes anywhere
remotely close to the truth. All I know is that I
really had to force my legs to move to get me over
the footbridge to wait about 5 minutes for the
Bromley North train. Another 10 minutes later and
I was at the other terminus of the line - Bromley
North. Sitting down for 10 minutes was enough to
restore my legs to good enough working order, and
I had an almost pleasant stroll to the pub.
I arrived there at about 4.45am - 15 minutes
early, but 15 minutes later than I could have got
from work to The Black Cat in Catford. I found
Andy and Chris at the bar, and they were just
ordering their first pint. I must admit they do
sell some nice beer in that pub. I had two pints
of HSB, and one pint of Fullers ESB - and
thoroughly enjoyed all of them. My only complaint
is actually a very common one, and applies at many
visits to any pubs with any people. I have the
knack of sitting between two different
conversations, and being undecided which one is
more interesting, and sometimes being unable to
follow either because I can hear two lots of
conversation going on at once. It often leaves me
feeling a bit isolated.
After three pints of moderately strong beer
I headed for home. All the cooking smells in
Bromley made me feel insanely hungry, and it took
a lot of will power to avoid any takeaway shops on
the way home, but I managed it. I did have it in
mind that I would still sort myself out a fairly
generous dinner, but somehow I didn't....well not
to much.
The first course of my dinner was salad. I
did spoil it a bit with an excess of grated
cheese...or did I ? Just possibly, if I had
compressed the grated cheese back to a solid lump
it may have been smaller than I imagined.....or
bigger. In some ways it didn't matter because I
overdid the mayonnaise as usual. I like mayonnaise
! It's hard to tell how bad my second course was.
It was a sort of melange of ready cooked bolognese
sauce (from a tin) with a small tin of peas, and
another large handful of grated cheese stirred in
it. I expect it was pretty unhealthy, but that
wouldn't have matter if it had been as delicious
as I imagined it would be. Sadly it seemed to be
rather bland.
After dinner I did a bit of reading. I
finished the Robert Heinlein book I was reading,
and then decided I might as well go to sleep. One
thing I did before I had finished reading was to
turn the heating off. Maybe that was the reason I
seemed to sleep far better than the previous
couple of days. I have a hazy memory of going to
the toilet (for more than a wee) at some time in
the small hours, and I remember having some dreams
featuring Donald Trump of all people. I can't
remember him doing anything, or saying anything,
but he was there somehow. The next thing I knew
was my alarm going off, and if I had been going to
work today, it would have been time to get up.
I didn't go to work today, and so I lay on
my bed trying to get to sleep again. I don't
really know if I did or if I didn't. On the other
hand I am sure I couldn't have just laid there
awake for an hor, and so maybe I did sleep for a
bit. At 6am I decided to get up and start to
prepare myself for a medical morning. At 8.20am I
was in the vampires den waiting to give my blood
samples. They were short staffed up there, and it
was close on 9am before I was seen. It only takes
5 minutes to give two test tubes full of blood,
and pretty soon I was racing home again.
It didn't give me long to do anything before
I was racing out again to get to the surgery
for my doctors appointment. Once again, staff
shortages due to sickness meant I had a longer
wait than expected, but eventually I got called in
to see my doctor for the day - at least I think it
was only for the day. I think she was a locum, and
that is a pity because she was good in several
ways. She was a rather pretty Indian looking girl,
and she spoke perfect English....and most of all
she had a very good "bedside manner". ,
Her calm dealings with me meant my blood
pressure was only dangerous rather than lethal
when she measured it. Mind you it took four
attempts and a lot of relaxing to get it as low as
it was. I am unsure how long had been allocated
for my appointment, but she didn't seem to rush,
and listened attentively to my story about how the
antibiotics for my chest infection last June had
worked wonders on me beyond curing the chest
infection. She half agreed that it had merit as an
idea, but concluded that my theory was unlikely to
be right - and explained some of her reasoning.
However, on reflection, I don't think she actually
said it was impossible, but she thought it was
best to wait for the blood tests before giving any
further opinion.
She was still unhappy about my blood
pressure, but her attitude did come across more
that she wanted to help rather than punish. I find
that unusual with most doctors. I did have to
gently remind her that cause and effect wasn't
always obvious - for instance lack of exercise is
sometimes the result of not feeling well, rather
than the cause of not feeling well. She consulted
the notes about my intolerance of high doses of
Bisoprolol, and after a bit of instant research
came up with another idea. It was one that a
doctor once suggested 10 or more years ago, but no
doctor has mentioned it since.
The drug is a mild diuretic, and may make me
pee a bit more frequently, particularly for the
first day or two - or so it is said. Initially is
it an experiment, and it has not been put on my
repeat prescription list, but I expect it will if
it is seen to work. I think I could easily put up
with taking yet another pill if it allows me to
keep the dosage of Bisoprolol low. Hopefully none
of that will be needed if only the real
reason why I often feel so crap can be diagnosed
and treated. I felt so wonderful last July,
August, and some of September, seeming as a result
of the antibiotics for the chest infection, and I
want to feel that way again. Keeping my blood
glucose level low was easy while feeling so good,
and as a bonus my blood pressure was often better
than the maximum recommended even while taking
just the smallest dose of Bisprolol.
After seeing the doctor I picked up my new
tablets, and then went and did some shopping.
First of all I bought some stuff from the Pound
Shop (the one on the main road, rather than the
shop in the mews). Then I wandered along to Tesco
to buy a sandwich, and finally went home. The
reason why I prefer not to take a strong dose of
Bisoprolol was very evident while I was walking
around. That walk should have been pleasant in the
sunshine today, but it seemed hard work - as if my
legs were extra heavy or something.
Having had some sandwiches, and almost
finished writing here, I have a desire to go out
for another walk purely to get out into the last
of the sunshine. I don't fancy walking far, and so
I am considering just going to the Salvation Army
charity shop to look at the couple of secondhand
cameras they have in there (I mentioned them a few
days ago) Should it turn out that they are just
£4.90 each, I may buy all of them. They will be
mostly useless, or probably will be, but cameras
are interesting, and it would be doing a sort of
good deed. Later this evening I may go to a gig in
Beckenham. I don't feel a strong urge to do it,
but I think there is still a fair chance that I
might go.
|
Thursday
16th February 2017 |
08:24
GMT
The forecast sunny period did happen
yesterday, but it was rather brief. The worst
aspect of the weather was that it was raining as I
went home from work. Fortunately I did have my
waterproof coat with hood, and it was not that
cold - although it did feel cooler than expected.
I am not convinced the temperature reached 10° C,
let alone the 11° C that was promised. Oh well, it
could have been worse. Today started off rather
cool because the sky seemed very clear when I
first started walking to the station. I reckon it
was just 5° C then. Since then the sky has become
rather hazy. It's almost, but not quite cloudy and
overcast. The forecast says that should clear
sooner or later, and most of today is going to be
nice and bright, and once again we have been
promised 11° C by mid to late afternoon. Tomorrow
is looking like it will vary between grey and very
grey. It will also be a degree cooler at just 10°
C.
I was definitely feeling slightly better
yesterday - which is both a good and bad state to
be in when seeing a doctor. Good because it makes
you less vulnerable, and bad because it is harder
to really lay it on thick when you come to tell
the doctor your sad story. Just like that is good
and bad, I was in a good and bad mood about seeing
the doctor. I try to avoid seeing doctors whenever
possible because they just make you feel ill. On
the other hand, I was hoping for some sort of cure
for how crap I've been feeling the last 4 months.
I left work early, and without too much
haste, or maybe with more haste than was needed, I
caught the 15:50 train from Waterloo East - the
one 15 minutes before my usual train. That left me
a little more time to clean myself up before
seeing the doctor. It was not a happy visit - but
no surprise there ! Why are doctors so obsessed
with blood pressure - obsessed to the point where
they seem reluctant to actually consider what you
are trying to tell them about your own body. It
seems they always want to treat the symptom
instead of the disease. Of course my blood
pressure really shot up under such circumstances,
and she wasted a lot of the appointment
bellyaching on about it.
I know that antibiotics are overprescribed,
and that and the fact that some people don't
complete the course, is causing a very scary
amount of antibiotic germs to evolve, but I think
I had a special case for being prescribed a course
of them. Had I been seeing an engineer, instead of
a doctor, and described how the last time I was
prescribed antibiotics they had not only cured the
chest infection that they were prescribed for, but
then went on to make me feel like superman for a
few months, he (or she) might have been inclined
to see what affect another course of antibiotics
may have.
So I didn't get prescribed any antibiotics,
but I did get prescribed more blood pressure
tablets. She made a request for the sebacious cyst
on my back, which I believe may be a reservoir of
something infectious that is affecting me,
to have an ultrasound scan. Once again, if I had
seen an engineer he would have arranged for the
back to be opened, and the muck scraped out at the
first opportunity, but no, it has to be scanned
first. Maybe there is a good reason for it.
Perhaps it is a worry that it is near my spine or
something, but a good engineer
surgeon could slash it open, clean it out, and
superglue it together again in minutes - probably
!
I expect to get a letter from the hospital
any time before the next ice age to invite me
along to get that scan. In the meantime I have
been ordered to see a doctor again tomorrow to
re-check my blood pressure. My appointment is at
09:40am. While I am there, and hopefully before I
see the doctor, I will be giving a few gallons of
blood so I can be tested for loads of stuff. The
good thing here is that the more blood they draw,
the lower my blood pressure should be - maybe !
I have no real idea what all these things
are that I will be tested for. A couple I
recognise as typical for diabetes sufferers, but
most are a mystery. I think the doctor said it
would reveal stuff about my kidneys and liver, and
apparently, yes, one of the tests will indicate
infection in some mysterious way. Apparently TATT
(centre of the blood test request form) stands for
Tired All The Time - which is not really what I
was complaining of. I am not tired all the time.
Sometimes it is the aches and pains, mostly from
my chest area, but occasionally from various
joints, make the idea of doing anything too
physical unpleasant.
I went home from the doctors via Aldi where
I deliberately bought some nice but unhealthy
stuff to cheer me up. Last night's dinner
consisted of sandwiches, a chicken and bacon pasta
type thing, and some savoury mini eggs. The
latter, a sort of mini, mostly meatless Scotch
eggs were actually not very nice, and I wished I
had bought another sandwich, or just warmed up a
can of soup. As well as eating I had a couple of
strong glasses of vodka and (diet) coke.
As well as eating and drinking I sent a
message about my doctor visit to Angela. It was a
sort of courtesy thing in case she remembered that
I was due to see the doctor last night. I think I
caught here just as she was getting ready to go
out to an open mic night, and initially I thought
she was ignoring me, but I was wrong. Some while
later I got a very warm reply, and we exchanged a
few more pleasant comments before the exchange
finished. One message included a "see you soon",
and that sort of surprised me. I think we are both
realising that we both have problems to deal with
that sometimes see us not at our best. Maybe that
would bode well for the future if there still
wasn't the problem of the old man she cares for,
and who takes priority over me. I am obviously
being selfish, but at the same time I hope there
is some real practicality in the idea that while
she is acting as (self appointed) nurse maid to
him, she has fallen into the trap that
professional nurses try to avoid - getting too
attached to their patients.
After not sleeping well the night before, I
should have gone out like a light last night, but
I sort of did and didn't. Initially I didn't feel
sleepy, and that was true not just at night, but
through much of the day too. I had to force myself
to relax when I got in bed around 9pm, but once I
did, I did fall asleep quite quickly.
Unfortunately, like the night before, it didn't
last - although I think it lasted longer. I think
it was as much as 90 minutes later than the
previous night when I woke up, and hardly seemed
to sleep again. From about 1.30am I tossed and
turned trying to get to sleep. Sometimes I would
hurt my chest as I turned over, and the discomfort
from that kept me awake as well as another brand
new set of lumps in the mattress, and a duvet that
felt far too hot.
Once again, I don't seem to feel terribly
tired now I am at work, and like yesterday, it was
only as I typed these words, and thought about it,
that I started yawning. Of course yawning is
infectious, and it seems I can catch it off my own
written word ! I have a medium amount of work to
do today, and that should keep me slightly amused.
Before that I have to look for my line manager and
tell him the good news that I need a day off
tomorrow, and I'll probably need more days off at
short notice to go and be prodded and abused by
the medical profession.
Tonight is drinking night, and tonight we
are drinking in The Partridge pub in Bromley. It
might be a pleasant trip getting there is what I
hope is going to be sunshine. There are two ways I
could go there, and I haven't decided which yet.
What I do know is that they sell some very strong
beers there, and I am very tempted to have a few.
I don't know what it will do to the blood samples
I give tomorrow, and I'm not sure I really care.
Just for fun, get your calculator out, and
do the sums in this till receipt. To my mind it
doesn't add up - in my advantage. !
|
Wednesday
15th February 2017 |
08:19
GMT
There was some sunshine yesterday, but it
may have only lasted 10 minutes, maybe a little
more. However long it lasted, it was very welcome.
The rest of the day was, on average, overcast -
sometimes quite lightly, and sometimes more
heavily. The good feature was the temperature. I
only saw 9° C on my thermometer when I got home,
and that was a little lower than the 11° C
forecast, but it definitely felt quite mild out.
Maybe in some places it did hit 11° C. Oddly
enough, the temperature seemed to rise later in
the evening, and I did see 10° C on the
thermometer outside the back bedroom. This morning
it merely felt cool as I walked to the station. I
think it was around 7 or 8° C. The forecast for
today keeps changing every hour, but the common
factor is that it is going to be a rather overcast
day with at least one sunny period possible, and
some rain mid to late afternoon. It is the timing
and strength of that rain that the forecasters
keep changing. First I was going to be rained on
when going home, but now the rain should stop
before I leave work, and start again soon after I
am home - and that is just as well because now it
could be heavy rain instead of showers. The top
temperature today could be 11° C, and it might be
that tomorrow too. It could be quite a sunny day
too.
Well I managed to survive Valentines day !
It didn't need any skills in clairvoyance to
predict that I wouldn't get any cards, or even any
messages. In fact I saw and spoke to no one except
people at work (and the girl at the checkout when
I bought my breakfast). I guess after 40 odd years
of this I have got used to it. As I think I may
have mentioned yesterday, back in December I might
have hoped for something different this year, but
it was evidently never meant to be. After
yesterday I think I have resigned myself to the
fact that my relationship with Angela is over.
Maybe it is good that it ended with a whimper
rather than a bang. It possibly leaves room for a
fresh, or something, start if her current
boyfriend, who many say is on his last legs,
should pop his clogs in the not too distant
future.
It was nice going home in the mild weather
yesterday. Of course it would have been even nicer
if the sun had been out. The only problem I had
going home was a rather silly one. I sort of
wanted to feel a lot worse than I did so I would
have ammunition to lay it on thick when I see my
doctor tonight. In reality I felt possibly better
than usual. I did, naturally, have a few twinges,
but nothing of any great importance. Possibly the
worse thing was that I felt like I had more energy
than recently - but that could be an error in the
way I was thinking.
It was certainly the usual slog to the
station after work, and yet some of that is in the
mind. Regardless of how easy or difficult it is to
walk it, it still seems very boring, and a waste
of my time. Last night I didn't push myself to the
very edge, and so the walk felt slightly easier.
Of course it took a little longer - maybe a whole
30 seconds longer. When the trains are usually
about every 3 minutes that is a significant
difference as a percentage, but not really in
reality. I was still able to get to Waterloo with
time to merely amble over to Waterloo East. Of
course I didn't merely amble, but walked at a fast
pace, although, once again, limiting myself to
maybe 95% of top speed.
The funny thing is that I don't know why I
feel the need to push myself to the edge all the
time........or maybe I do. I guess it is good
exercise for the legs, and that obviously works
because my legs do seem to be one of the best
working bits of my body recently...and that's why
throttling back to just 95% of full speed feels
like easy going. It is a lesson I probably learned
while doing my long coastal/countryside walks, but
never really applied it to commuting.
I would have predicted that I would have
felt really pissed off last night, and would have
eaten almost anything I could have got my hands
on. In fact I was planning some damage limitation
for it earlier in the day, but for some reason I
didn't feel very pissed off at all, and I might
have eaten very slightly less than the night
before. I started out with a cheese salad with a
very generous amount of grated cheese on it. It
would have been drowned in Salad Cream if I had
had enough left to drown it, but I stuck to the
more healthy option of not having enough left in
the bottle to drown it ! I can't believe the tiny
portion of a liver and bacon, and mash ready meal
could have been too bad for me. What would have
spoiled things were the 6, little more than golf
ball sized, "easy peeler" oranges I ate. I only
ate them because they were showing signs of
getting towards the end of their shelf life. That
made a couple of them really sweet, although the
other four were typically rather tangy. Those
oranges would have been good in most respects, but
they will have (probably) raised my blood glucose
level a lot - something I don't want when I am
seeing the doctor tonight.
Sleep was a bit of a disaster last night. It
seemed easy to get to sleep, and I think I was
asleep before 9pm, but sometime after midnight,
let's say 30 minutes after midnight, I woke up and
just couldn't get back to sleep. My bed felt too
hot and too cold, and while my pillow seemed to be
OK this time, it was like the mattress was a sack
of coals. I guess I probably dropped off a few
times in the three hours, but it felt like I was
awake all that time, and even in the next couple
of hours before I had to get up, I wonder if I was
awake as much as I was asleep.
I don't feel that bad for such a poor
night's sleep, and in some ways I do feel quite
good this morning. I crunched my chest a few times
while thrashing about in bed, but my chest hasn't
been particularly bothersome so far today
(although I can sense it is a bit tender). I
definitely seemed to have more energy this
morning, and in a way that is unfortunate because
a lack of energy is one thing I want to moan about
to my doctor this evening. Perhaps as the day wear
on I shall start to fade. With that possibility in
mind I will be leaving work 12 - 20 minutes early
today to make sure that I can get back to Catford
in plenty of time to prepare myself to see the
doctor. After I've seen the doctor I think I'll
will tell Angela about it. If she remembers I
exist, and that I am seeing the doctor tonight,
then I think she would like to know how I got on.
Other than that, it will probably be the usual
routine - dinner - reading and maybe a bit of TV -
bed !
Spotted near Earlsfield station this morning -
someone doesn't know their Arlsfield from their
Earlsfield !
With the amount of typos I mistake I shouldn't
really show this, but what the hell. Enjoy !
|
Tuesday
14th February 2017 |
08:19
GMT
The sunshine was very welcome yesterday. I
think there was probably more of it than I was
expecting. The only trouble was that there was a
cold wind, and the temperature didn't feel like it
got higher than, say, 3 or 4° C. I think the
actual temperature was closer to 7° C. Indoors it
was a different matter. Under the tin roof of the
"industrial shed" where I work, the sun definitely
had a very beneficial affect, and I was able to
turn the heater down a fair amount in the
afternoon. After sunset the temperature slowly
fell, and by the time I woke up this morning it
was only about 1.5° C on the north side of the
house.
I'm not so sure the temperature didn't fall
even lower than that at some point - a few cars
almost looked like they had frost on them. It was
only condensation when I saw it - I think - but it
did have patterns in it like frost would form.
This morning there should be some sunshine
followed by sunny intervals until midday. I assume
that the rather grey and cloudy sky I can see
outside my window is just a brief figment of my
imagination, and will soon go away. The sky was
mostly clear as I came to work, and that would
account for the temperature being so low. The good
thing was the lack of wind - it still felt cold,
but it didn't feel freezing ! This afternoon is
going to be cloudy, and after sunset that cloud
could get quite thick - thick enough for some rain
tomorrow morning. On the plus side it is supposed
to be a mild 10° C this afternoon, and tomorrow,
despite seriously lacking in sunshine, or so the
forecast says, could possibly be 11° C.
Yesterday's sunshine couldn't have come at a
better time. It helped me stay on the borders
between happy and sad....or maybe only a bit over
the border into the valley of sadness. The reason
for this was a rather pessimistic view of a brief
exchange of messages with Angela. With hindsight I
probably should have been rather less pessimistic.
I said it would be nice to see her after work if
she was free to come out. Her reply, at the time,
seemed rather curt. In fact, upon re-reading it,
it wasn't, and I don't really know why I thought
it was. I think the trouble stems from her not
really saying why she couldn't see me. Maybe she
thought it was none of my business, and in a way,
it wasn't, or more likely she didn't want me to be
bothered by the fact that she was going out for a
trip to the countryside with her new "official"
boyfriend. If she thought that the she was wrong.
I applaud the fact that she was able get out into
the fresh air and sunshine when she is going
through a period of winter depression. I wish I
could have done the same myself - but it's not
always easy without access to a car, and not
possible when I had to be at work.
So I spent the day at work moping about not
being able to see Angela, but feeling good about
the sunshine. It was nice going home in the
sunshine, but it would have been nicer still if
the wind didn't feel so cold. It is funny that it
should have felt so cold because it wasn't a
strong wind, the type that gets in all the
crevices, or rattles the windows, but it was just
enough to blow away any heat the sun may have
provided. I arrived home with a mix of emotions,
and with mixed amounts of aches and no aches.
It does seem that the closer I get to seeing
my doctor, the better I feel. The effect started a
few minutes after I made the appointment, and
seems to have slowly grown stronger every day. By
tomorrow evening, when I see the doctor, I shall
probably feel wonderful - which is probably the
safest time to see a doctor ! While I thought I
had mastered my mixed emotions, my mixed aches and
pains, or the lack of some of them, and the cold
weather, it seems part of my subconcious that I
have no control over, was very much driving my
appetite.
I seemed very hungry last night, and I
couldn't fully control it. I started off with a
can of minted lamb and vegetable soup, and then I
attacked some sandwiches. I had bought two packs
of beef and horseradish sandwiches when I was in
Aldi last Friday, and the original idea was that I
would feed Angela with one pack if I saw her last
night. They were already on their use by date and
so I had to use them last night. The only trouble
was that I nearly forgot they were there, and I
had already put a sausage and mash and peas and
gravy in a giant Yorkshire pudding-like shell in
the oven to cook when I remembered them. I had
little choice but to have a three course dinner -
soup, sandwiches and sausage and mash...etc.
One of the oddities of yesterday was that
despite sleeping really badly the night before, I
didn't really feel tired for most of the day, but
I still felt a strong compulsion to try and get to
bed early last night. It almost didn't happen
because I got a bit carried away reading, but I
managed to throw the book down, and turn out the
light before 9pm. I think I was probably fast
asleep a few minutes later - probably around
8.45pm. Between then and 5am, when my alarm woke
me, I have one dreamy memory of getting up for a
pee, and then laying in bed fretting that it
didn't seem that I would get back to sleep again.
Evidently I did, and probably much faster than it
seemed at the time.
It does feel like I slept well last night. I
seem to be lacking in some of the more annoying
aches and pains this morning (although most of the
usual ones are there to some extent or another). I
don't think I feel quite so sleepy this morning
either. It's not all roses though. I had a
generally comfortable journey to work....or maybe
it was slightly better than that. The bit I like
to use as a metric for the whole journey is the
"mad dash" from Waterloo East to Waterloo, and
this morning it did seem to be closer to easy than
it has been for ages. I sat down on my train to
Earlsfield after that high speed dash, and
seemingly within seconds I could barely notice any
after effects.
The same was not true when I went into the
Sainsbury's "Local" store in Earlsfield. I reached
up to about, or slightly higher than eye level to
grab a Caesar salad off the shelf, and as I walked
away I felt a nasty pain in my chest as I dropped
my arm down to normal level. I assumed, although I
could have been wrong, that this was just another
symptom of my loose and rusty chest
superstructure. The next 10 to 15 paces were
uncomfortable, and then the pain faded away to no
more than a mild feeling of tenderness (like an
old wound that doesn't hurt if you don't provoke
it). The rest of my walk to work was not entirely
painless, but it would have been 99% so if I had
put my gloves on to stop my fingers complaining
about the cold.
Today is Valentines day. Before Xmas, if I
had thought about it, I would have thought that
this year would be different to all the others,
but of course you turn around and reality bites
you on the arse. The chance of me doing anything
romantic this evening is estimated to be about
0.000000000000000638% of nothing. So nothing new
then. I have one spare can of Special Brew left
over from some time back, and I think I'll make
love to that before going to bed for another
(hopefully) early night. Before that I ought to
try and wash my hair so it is nice and clean when
I see the doctor after work.
Sometimes you have to be positive about
life, and if you look hard enough there is always
something positive, something worth living for,
and it doesn't always have to be Special Brew.
Until I can have that pleasure there is always my
Nectar points to raise the spirits. After two and
a half years of hard saving, my Nectar points are
now worth £4.83. How good is that ?????? Luxury
beyond the dreams of cats.
|
Monday
13th February 2017 |
08:15
GMT
The good thing about Saturday was that it
was dry...at least I think it was dry, or it was
at any time it mattered. I'm more certain that it
was a rather uninspiring grey day, and it was
another rather chilly day. Yesterday was also very
uninspiring. It was grey all day, and the
temperature hovered around 3° C for most of the
day - except in the evening. I'm not sure when it
actually started, but the temperature slowly crept
up, and by 9pm it was around 6° C. Sometime after
that it started to slowly fall again, and it was
just over 3° C when I left to come to work this
morning.
One exciting aspect of coming to work this
morning was that there was some very dim light on
the eastern horizon where the sun was due to rise.
By the time my train, which was running over 5
minutes late, passed New Cross there was
sufficient light in the sky to see features
outside of the brightly lit train. It took some
time for that to be improved upon because of a
combination of a very light mist, and some thin
cloud to the east. That mist and cloud has now
dissipated, and the forecast says it will be sunny
from now until sunset (at 5.18pm !!). The forecast
for today's temperature has just been uprated, and
most of this afternoon is expected to be 7° C. The
only problem is that a cold wind will make it feel
cooler than that. Tomorrow is still forecast to be
cloudy, but it may still stay dry, and it might
possibly be as warm as 12° C.
The highlight of Saturday was The Belles gig
at The Black Cat. On the whole it was very good,
but there were a few negative aspects. One minor
one was that the heating in the pub had partly
failed. So it was rather cool in just a t-shirt.
It may have not mattered if the gig was better
attended. The last time The Belles played there it
was probably the fullest I have seen, but on
Saturday their gig clashed with one in Bromley
that was also a birthday party. It seems to be a
general rule that people from Bromley really don't
like coming to Catford. The other person missing
was Angela. She explained that she was too tired
to go out, although the pessimist side of me did
wonder if that was an excuse for an ulterior
motive.
Here's The Belles in action. On the left,
playing guitar, is Roy Dalley. Just peeping out
behind Michael Whitestar, with the red Gibson
guitar, is Matt Donovan on drums, on the right,
playing bass guitar is Gus.
Another look at The Belles.
You can see high resolution versions of these
shrunken pictures plus another 23 big pictures
here -
https://www.flickr.com/photos/135353558@N03/albums/72157676638944024
After the gig ended I
rushed home, or at least I tried to (a
previous pair of shoes I was wearing had
grazed one of my toes, and it was stinging a
bit as I walked home). I took the direct route
that avoided any takeaway shops, but only
because I intended to eat something that I had
a little more control over. On Saturday I had
successfully avoided eating anything of any
significance after lunchtime so I didn't feel
bloated when I went to the pub.. It worked
well, but the desire for food was strong after
the beer, and walking home in the cold only
made it worse. My weapon of choice when I got
in was an Aldi cottage pie ready meal (with a
bit of extra chilli sauce). It wasn't the
healthiest option, but it was probably better
than a portion of chips without considering
what else there might be in addition to the
chips.
I was in bed very late my usual
standards. I didn't have to wait long until I
was fast asleep. After as little as five hours
sleep I was awake again, and I half got up and
pottered around for a while before going back
to bed. In an ideal world I would have slept
for another three hours, but I think it was
probably not much longer than an hour. In
theory that was not enough, and it should have
impacted on my sleep last night - but
apparently not.
I'm not entirely sure what I did
yesterday, but I must have done a lot of it
because the day didn't seem to be particularly
long, and I didn't suffer from the usual
terrible afternoon/early evening ennui. I know
what did take a very long time, and that was
going through the huge amount of pictures I
had taken the previous night, and selecting,
and editing the best. Sometime the selection
process was very difficult. As usual at a gig,
I had the camera in burst mode - taking maybe
4 or 5 pictures in very quick succession (it's
probably cheating, but it works for me). That
meant that sometimes I might end up with
several pictures that were almost identical,
and choosing which one to use took some
thought, and even then I had doubts.
Eventually, with a break here, and a break
there, I came up with 26 fairly good pictures
that I uploaded to Flickr.
Apart from photo editing, I did some
reading and some eating, but I don't think I
did any sleeping (or if I did it was just a
short nap). If I hadn't eaten so many Cheese Thins, and so
much greasy salami, I might even have eaten
healthily yesterday. Apart from those very
naughty snacks, I only ate two cans of soup
(mostly harmless) and a fish and potato
steamed ready meal. The latter was quite low
in calories - mostly because a lot of it is
green stuff, and the whole lot is not much
bigger than a snack !
Eventually it was 9pm and time for bed.
In theory I should have gone out like a light,
but I seemed to have bad insomnia last night.
It was one of those nights where sleeping was
very uncomfortable. I put my head on the same
pillows as the night before, but last night
the pillow felt like a sack of coal. My
mattress topper seemed to have developed lumps
in it where it didn't have lumps before, and
on top of that I couldn't make my mind up
whether I felt hot or cold. The latter could
well have been due to the rising temperature
outside. Earlier in the day, when it was
around 3° C, it seemed to need a lot of
heating to keep my room nice and toasty warm.
During the evening, when the outside
temperature just about doubled, the rise of
temperature inside my room seemed to be very
noticeable.
it's hard to say how much sleep I got
last night, but I doubt it was any more than 4
hours. I dodn't seem to feel too bad on it for
now, but maybe I'll suffer later. Various bits
of me ache this morning. My neck, after
resting on what felt like a hard and lumpy
sack of coal, seems to be nasty and stiff this
morning, and for some strange reason my right
leg seems stiffer than usual. After a lot of
tossing and turning during the night it is
inevitable that my chest feel sore this
morning. It felt cranky enough to constantly
remind me of it's presence most of the time,
but it was not bothersome until I did the mad
dash from Waterloo East to Waterloo station
this morning.
There is one fact about my morning
commute that is worth noting. There was
another railway problem this morning that
meant my train actually started in service
from New Beckenham station. A consequence of
that was that it was very lightly loaded by
the time it got to Catford Bridge, and I had a
seat to myself all the way to London Bridge.
Once people got off at London Bridge it was
easy to walk down the train to get to a door
that would be very close to the exit ramp from
Waterloo East station.
Being so close to the exit ramp, up and
out of the station, put me near the head of
the frenzied pack of commuters, and I had to
work extra hard not to get overtaken. A few
people actually ran past, but I don't count
them. For the rest of us it was walk as fast
as you can. I did wonder if I had over done it
a bit because it felt like the two halves of
my rib cage were flapping around inside on my
chest, and by the time I had reached, and got
on the train at Waterloo, my chest was hurting
quite a lot - and I wasn't 100% sure that all
those pains could be accounted for !
Maybe I needed that good shake up to get
the blood flowing, and the joints loosened up,
because walking from Earlsfield station seemed
curiously OK. I didn't take it at top speed,
but I wasn't far short of it. Curiously
enough, I constantly felt like my chest was
going to complain. It was like a mild tickle
that could have turned into real discomfort,
but didn't. It was nice and warm in my office
this morning, and that should have made me
feel good, but as I sit here my chest is very
gently aching. I think it is just a case of
bad posture, and I am sure if I go for a quick
walk, maybe to the toilet and back, the aches
will move to different places....or something
like that.
I think tonight could be boring. It
would be nice to spend a few hours with
Angela, but it doesn't feel like it will
happen today. I do feel pessimistic enough at
the moment to think it will never happen
again. That's probably silly, and maybe I'll
feel more positive when I have seen more
sunshine today. There are things I could, and
maybe will do tonight, but I can't really
imagine doing them at the moment.
|
Saturday
11th February 2017 |
17:04
GMT
The cold grey days of winter continue.....
Yesterday was cold and grey, and the temperature
was only a couple of degrees above zero at best.
Today the temperature seemed to vary between a few
tenths of a degree above zero to about one whole
degree above zero ! It has been persistently dull
and grey. The only respite to that was the times
when the air was dotted with swirling flakes of
wet snow - probably closer to snow than sleet, so
I'll call it snow. It was a little too sparse to
settle, but if it had been a degree cooler it
might have. From tomorrow it starts to warm up. It
could be a glorious 6° C by midnight tomorrow !
The day will start off at a mere 2° C though. It
is forecast to be a cloudy day with the
possibility of a light shower in the morning. It's
the day after when things might really be looking
up - if the weather forecasters haven't been
taking hallucinogenic drugs again. Monday could
see some, but not much sunshine. Tuesday even more
sunshine, and on Wednesday it might hit 12° C,
although sadly it might be a grey, sunless day.
I felt pretty rotten yesterday. It was lucky
I had taken the day off work. I would have felt
dreadful at work...or would I ? Maybe it was
laying around doing little that left me feeling so
crappy. It is equally possible that if I had
forced myself to go out to Chain's gig in
Beckenham I might have felt better - particularly
after a few pints of Guinness. I think as much as
anything else, I was scared to go out in the cold
and damp air. It felt like it was doing that, that
left me feeling like I was. Maybe today I have a
few little cracks in that belief.
I resigned myself to not going out, and
settled down to what was a reasonably pleasant
evening by myself. Last night was one of those
times when a stray cosmic ray must have zipped
through my brain, and flipped the state of a
neuron when it passed through. For some unknown
reason I decided to have a few Vodka and cokes
instead of my usual whisky. Of course it is
possible that I was actually having some sort of
unrecognised premonition - of which more later.
Two things made the evening more pleasant
(OK, 3 if you count the vodka). The first was
watching a documentary about Chrissie Hynde. She
was originally the lead singer with The
Pretenders, but I think she sings under her own
name now. The subtext of the documentary was about
living alone. I missed the first few minutes of
the hour long documentary, and maybe that
explained how she came to live on her own. I seem
to recall she had a very messy breakup with Ray
Davies (lead singer of The Kinks), and maybe the
fall out of that has been echoing down through the
years since then. It was a good documentary apart
from one thing - it should have been shorter. I
came away with a strong impression that it had
been padded out to last the full hour, and maybe
there was only enough material for, maybe, 40
minutes.
The other thing that made for a pleasant end
of the day was a phone call from Angela. It had
it's genesis in a simple text message to her
suggesting that if she was near a TV, and had
nothing better to do she might like to watch the
Chrissie Hynde documentary. (Her daughter Miranda
sings a few Pretenders songs [and sings them quite
well] so there is a mutual interest). A short
while later she responded to say she was watching
it. I sent a quick reply asking if it would be OK
to call her at the end of the documentary if she
was alone, and not too tired. I don't think she
replied except by calling me at the end of the
documentary. We had a nice warm conversation for
maybe 15 minutes. Once again it felt like our
relationship was not over, but just suspended for
the duration.
I expect the vodka helped a lot, but it seem I
slept really well last night - right up to the
point when I woke up far earlier than needed or
wanted. On reflection, I may have got nearly 6
hours of what might have been good sleep. I have
survived on less, but after a couple of hours I
went back to bed, and possibly slept for another
hour.
I didn't feel all that wonderful when I got
up again, but on the other hand I realised I
didn't feel that dreadful. That seemed to be the
cue to do something or another. One than that did
get done, but it might have been after first work
up, and not the second time, was to upload all my
pictures of the gig in the bingo hall to Flickr.
You can see the pictures here - https://www.flickr.com/photos/135353558@N03/albums/72157678623412070
I'm not sure why, but I had a strong urge to go
out for a bit this morning. On the face of it, it
was a stupid idea if I thought the cold damp air
was fully responsible for me feeling crap. The
reason was not only that the temperature was only
0.7° C, but it was most certainly damp - in fact
it was snowing. Well I call it snowing. Others
would say it was sleet, but there were definitely
big, well defined flakes of the stuff. If it had
been just a tiny bit colder, just as one degree
colder to take the temperature just below zero, I
have little doubt that it would have been true
snow, and that by the end of the morning there
would have been a light dusting of it on the
ground. In reality it all melted as soon as it
touched the wet ground.
In the end I decided on a fairly long walk.
Initially I went to the pharmacy to collect the
box of Avorastatin pills they owed me, and to see
if they had missed one more page of prescription
for my Bisoprolol tablets that didn't seem to come
with the repeat prescription I picked up in the
week. I felt sure the pharmacy was open all day on
Saturday, but it seems it closes at 11am on a
Saturday, and I had just missed them.
From the pharmacy I went to "Cash Busters",
the pawnbroking shop, to see if they had any
interesting second hand photography stuff for
sale. They did have one camera that may have been
interesting, but maybe the Fiji XP71 waterproof
camera I bought there some weeks back has
satisfied my need for a good camera to carry on my
commutes and stuff. It is small, light, and takes
a pretty good picture, and heavy rain won't hurt
it (although rain drops on the lens can interfere
with the auto-focus).
My next stop was Lidl. I only go in there
now and then - mainly out of curiosity, and today
was no exception. The first thing that struck me
was that the whole store had been re-organised
with new fridges and display shelves. Everything
was in different places, and I never did find the
ready made salads that used to sell. Maybe they no
longer sell them. I did manage to find where they
hide the "Red Sun" shower gel now, and they had
good stocks of it for a change. I love the
hippyish smell of the stuff, and bought three
bottles.
I managed to find the novelty (multi
coloured) tomatoes they usually stock, and bought
a punnet of those. One thing (technically three
things) I spotted was rather brightly coloured
rubber gloves. I use rubber gloves a lot to
protect my hands when hand washing cloths and bed
sheets etc. I don't treat them gently, and some
can rip and tear easily. Those I buy from Aldi are
tough(ish), but only come in rather subdued boring
dull pink and yellow with a hint of brown. I am
now the proud owner of bright green, bright red,
and light blue rubber gloves. I almost want to
wash a few shirts to try them out !
The other thing I found in Lidl was Putinoff
"Platinum Oxygenated" vodka. Platinum Oxygenated -
we truly live in wondrous times !! I bought a
bottle of it, and a brief taste when I got home
showed it tasted just like vodka....well maybe it
had a "something else", but I'm not sure what.
I'll primarily be using as bait to get Angela to
visit, but after my pleasant vodka fuelled evening
last night, I may have a few myself.
On the walk back from Lidl I checked the
Salvation Army charity shop because one of a few
more or less direct routes home passed right by
it. They seemed to have a few second hand camera
in a display case jut inside the shop. The only
trouble was I couldn't quite be sure of the
prices. Some of them looked like £499, but that
would be ridiculous. Maybe there was a decimal
point in there somewhere. One camera, possibly a
film camera by an unrecognised maker, might have
been, and worth, £49.90, but it almost seemed like
most were just £4.99 each. If I go back, and find
that is the case I might buy a few more, possibly
useless, cameras. It will help them out, and amuse
me for a few hours.
I guess it is a good 10 minute walk back
from Lidl, and it was probably more like 15
minutes to walk there by a far less direct route.
That means I did my 20 minutes of recommended
cardio-vascular exercise today with 5 minutes to
spare. How good is that ? !! Not only that but I
was carrying a fair bit of shopping back - it
included 6 litres of diet cola and some tins of
soup, plus lighter stuff. I would have expected to
feel like I was considerably more knackered than I
actually was when I got back. I did consider going
out again. I thought I might go to Peacocks to see
what they had, but I have more than enough
shoes/trainers, and that would have been half the
reason for going. I did toy with the idea of
another winter jacket, but then I decided I would
rather eat some of the stuff I bought from Lidl.
My lunch was some supermarket Sushi. Maybe
Lidl's is slightly better than Aldi's, and both
are possibly better, and certainly far cheaper
than Tesco's offering. I also had a couple of
sandwiches as a sort of supplement as much as an
hour later. I am not entirely sure why I bought
and ate those things when I thought my intention
was to just have some hot soup, maybe two cans of
it, for dinner.
Since then I had done very little. I think I
may have slept for an hour this afternoon, but I
can't be sure. I know I definitely fell asleep,
but I have no idea when I went to sleep, and no
real idea when I woke up. It didn't feel like a
long sleep but at the same time the afternoon does
seem to have passed a lot quicker than I can
account for.
Tonight I am most definitely going to a gig.
It's in The Black Cat, just 5 minutes walk door to
door from home (possibly 6 minutes, but it can't
be more). So I have no excuses no matter how good
or bad I feel. I think there is a possibility I
will feel good. The band tonight are The Belles,
and they are part of the "Bromley Scene" so it
should be a well attended gig. It makes my
photography a bit harder, but the overall "vibe"
should be good. Angela has promised to try and
make it, and if she does she may be on her own. It
will be wonderful if she does manage to go there,
and is on her own, but I feel slightly pessimistic
about it. We'll see.
|
Friday
10th February 2017 |
14:06
GMT
Yesterday was pretty horrible ! It was cold
and grey, and there was some light rain and even
sleet ! I'm not sure if I dared check a
thermometer yesterday, but I wouldn't dispute the
forecast - just 3° C at best ! Later in the
evening that had dropped to 2° C, or possibly
less. The very fine sleety rain that I encountered
several times did nothing to help me enjoy the
weather either ! Today it's all the same but worse
! As far as I have observed, the temperature has
not shifted from more than a tickle above zero. It
was 0.7° C a bit earlier. On top of that it is
horrible and grey....and there is more of that
fine sleety rain - almost like a mist with some
damp powder mixed in. The forecast says there will
be a more substantial sleet shower at around 6pm,
and from 2am tomorrow morning, when the
temperature has dropped to just 1° C (if it ever
manages to get high enough to drop to 1° C) there
will be light snow - non stop until almost
daylight. The rest of tomorrow will be grey,
miserable, dull, horrible, and nasty, but it
should be 3° C !
I felt almost, but not quite good, at work
yesterday. That almost includes how I felt
mentally as well, but I would prefer to describe
that as just neutral. However, it didn't take long
before the cold and damp outside work began to
affect me as I made my way to The Shortlands
Tavern. By the time I got to the pub I was feeling
fairly rough - and this was despite wearing a coat
that kept my chest nice and warm, plus warm
gloves, and being on warm trains for most of the
time. My chest started to hurt, and I felt quite
wheezy. In these situations only alcohol seems to
work, but even that doesn't work that well. As far
as I can see the only thing that would stop all
these negative things happening would be to stop
breathing. It does seem that it is breathing in
the cold damp air that causes most of the problem.
My original plan was to only have two pints
in The Shortlands Tavern, but I didn't time my
pints well enough to match the train timetables. I
had to guzzle a third pint so I didn't have to
wait too long for a train. It almost worked, but
the 18:02 train was about 5 minutes late. If the
17:32 train had been 5 minutes late I might have
been able to catch it - and maybe it was. The
18:02 was, as far as I can recall, shown as on
time on the National Rail app on my phone when I
left the warmth of the pub. 7 or 8 minutes later
it was 5 minutes late !
I arrived home feeling the positive and
negative effects of the beer. The beer seemed to
ease the crankiness of my chest, but it made me
hungry. It might also have made me feel cold too -
another reason to feel hungry. I carefully avoided
any fast food shops, and headed straight home
where I intended to warm myself up with a can or
two of soup. I wanted to go out again later and so
I didn't want to eat too much despite feeling like
I could eat a grilled horse between two slices of
bread. At the very last minute I slightly changed
my mind and had a large can of "pasta spirals in
tomato sauce with pork dumplings". The dumplings
seemed more like meat balls to me, but lets' not
quibble about it.
In theory that should have warmed me up, but
I felt so cold that I spent quite a bit of the
next couple of hours under my duvet. Eventually
the time arrived when I wanted to go out again
(although my body wanted me to go to bed than as
it usually does at the same time every night). I
wasn't feeling that good, but I got my camera
together, put on some fresh clothes, and my
warmest coat, and stepped out into the night.
My destination was the Catford Mecca Bingo
Hall (which is on "Catford Island" - the little
group of shops that includes Lidl). As I walked I
could feel the pasta spirals slopping around in my
stomach, and that was not very nice. To reduce the
unpleasant effect I walked a bit slower, and that
also meant I felt better than I otherwise would
have when I arrived at the bingo hall. The
reason for going was to see MT Pockets perform a
short, 15 minute set, for an entertainment
competition.
I have never been in a bingo hall before,
and it was very weird ! I've never found gambling
attractive in any form, and that place is just
dedicated to gambling. It is big, brash, bright,
and.....well, sort of weird. Walking in there was
like walking into the wrong
church/mosque/temple/synagogue/satanic place of
worship/wherever[whatever] druids do their druid
stuff in. Not only that but they didn't have any
draught Guinness. They only had cans - and I drunk
the last two of them !
MT Pockets were predictably good, although I
felt they were only warming up when their time
slot ended. The next act was a weirdo. He recited
poetry, almost in a rap style to an electro music
backing track. He wore some sort goggles, and what
looked like his mum's best curtains for a
cape. I went (ran !) home after seeing his
15 minutes of "fame". I am told there was better
stuff later, but I was also scared off by an Elvis
(Presley, not Costello) tribute singer that I
heard was on next. I'm not a big Elvis fan (Can't
stand him !).
Here's one shot of MT Pockets - Dan Murphy,
Dylan Tidman and Michael Murphy.
One thing that spoiled the evening, and
definitely spoiled photography, was the blue
lighting. I don't think it was a deliberate act,
but just ignorance by the DJ who was also the
compère of the evening. What made it infinitely
worse was that the background to the stage was a
projection TV screen. Those screens are like hi
visibility jackets - they make the reflected
light look very bright. I had to over expose
most photos or the band would be just
silouhettes. On top of that there was
practically no red or green light from that
lighting, and it was impossible to try and make
skin look like skin - except for skin of some
alien species !
When I finally upload the pictures to Flickr,
many of them will be in black and white to get
rid of that blue cast. It gives them a
delightful retro look.
The two pints
cans of Guinness I drank helped with the cold
(It also helped that the inside of the bingo
hall was quite warm, and I was more than happy
with my coat off, and just in a t-shirt). They
also helped me feel hungry again. Deep down I
knew I was going to end up with something I
shouldn't have, but I found a small corner of
a sort of warped moderation somewhere in my
skull. I decided that just a bag of chips
would fill a small hole, and would be nice and
warming too. What I hadn't counted on was that
it was evidently later than I thought, and the
chip shop seemed to be getting ready to close.
I ended up with the most massive "small
portion" of chips I have ever seen. In a
different reality I would have been very
pleased about it, but in this reality I ended
up throwing half of them away. I'm not sure if
the bigger influence was feeling full or
feeling full of guilt - maybe it was guilt.
I obviously went to bed a lot later than
usual, and that would have been OK if I had
managed to get enough sleep, but I woke up too
early. Even that might not have mattered if I
was feeling OK, but I wasn't. I felt fairly
rotten, and I am not sure why. Tiredness was
obviously a significant thing, and there was
probably a bit of hangover mixed in. Maybe
what I ate last night had some sort of bad
effect. The extra two exposures of going out
in the damp and cold (going to the gig and
back) may well have left their own legacy.
Even now, many hours later, I still feel
pretty crappy. The odd thing was that the only
time I didn't feel crappy was when I went
shopping to Aldi a few hours ago. Being out in
the fresh air helped to wake me up (or
something), and the walk there and back
probably stirred my blood up (or, once again,
something). I probably now feel bad
because of another exposure to that freezing
damp air, and because I have eaten some crap
that is bad for me (although my blood sugar
will probably not be peaking to some silly
level for a short while yet).
Tonight I would sort of like to go out
again, and who knows, maybe I will. Chain are
playing in The Coach And Horses in Beckenham.
It is fairly easy to get to (just one 20 - 25
minute bus ride), and it would be nice to see
Chain again. On the downside is that it would
mean another exposure to freezing damp air,
and there is also the problem that the pub is
the wrong shape for gigs. It is a small pub
with a U shaped bar, and U shaped walkway
around it. The band is tucked away in one end
of that U, and only about 6 people can ever
get a clear view of the band. It is also not
terribly well lit in there. It makes
photography a bit of a headache. Maybe I'll
still go, but probably not.
|
Thursday
9th February 2017 |
08:21
GMT
Yesterday was as bad as I thought it would
be. The sky varied between mid to dark grey, and
with the temperature peaking at just 5° C, and
then only for a short while, it was cold. Oh well,
at least it was dry. I was hoping the dreadful
forecast for today might change, and it has, and
it is now going to be very slightly, just
noticeably, less dreadful !
I think this latest forecast is similar to
how today was forecast 24 hours ago. A later
revision had the maximum temperature down to just
2° C - at least I think that is what I saw.What I
am very sure I saw was that it would rain tonight.
It looks like that is no longer the case, and that
will be very useful. The latest forecast for
tomorrow is almost the same as for today if you
don't quibble about the odd degree. From the early
hours of the morning to about 7pm it will be 2° C,
and then the temperature will drop to just 1° C
for the rest of the night. Saturday looks pretty
awful too !
There were several reasons to feel good
yesterday, and several reasons to feel bad. On the
whole, I felt physically OK at work yesterday, but
the grey clouds, and the cold, did little to make
me happy. In fact they pissed me off. One aspect
of the weather momentarily felt both good and bad.
As I walked out of work to go home there was a
cold gust of wind as I looked up at the leaden
grey sky. For a moment it really felt like it was
about to snow. I found the idea of it snowing to
be good - provided I got home in time to avoid any
transport disruption. It would have been wonderful
to be snowed in today so I didn't have to come to
work.
Work itself, or some of the regulations and
procedures here can, and do piss me off. We've had
a couple of reminders sent out about the sanctity
of the companies IT equipment, and threatening
dire retribution to anyone who doesn't follow
rules and regulations. The regulations are totally
valid, with just the odd quirk, as a way of
keeping the companies network clean of viruses and
trojans, and the like. I totally agree with them -
in principal - but that still doesn't stop them
being bloody annoying - particularly in regard to
my using my work PC to writing these words. It
isn't the writing of the words that is the main
problem, although it is still probably a misuse of
the equipment - after all I am slowly wearing out
the keyboard by typing these words. The biggest
problem, and it encompasses more than just writing
this diary, is a semi ban, with comical overtones,
on plugging in external devices to work PCs.
There are very many valid reasons why I have
to plug stuff in on my work PC. There are various
programming tools, and communication links to our
very own products that connect by USB. Then there
are "mass storage devices" - things like phones,
cameras and back up disks. Not being able to plug
the memory card of my camera would make adding
pictures to this diary awkward, but even worse is
that making a visual record of some of the stuff I
do for work is essential. Fortunately the rules
have now been amended. We can now plug in, for
instance, USB memory sticks provided they have
been scanned by anti-virus software first. Of
course they can only be scanned when they are
plugged in - so we have to plug them in to scan
them, but are forbidden to do it before we have
plugged them in to scan them.........
One good thing did arise while I was at work
yesterday. It seems that M.T. Pockets, a band
fronted by the very talented Dan Murphy, is making
an appearance at the Catford Mecca bingo hall
tonight. It is part of some sort of band
competition. As far as I am aware it is free
entry, but non members of the bingo hall have to
produce photo ID. I assume they will accept my 60+
Oystercard as photo ID because I have no other.
The only downside is that there are two bands
appearing, and MT Pockets are not expected to be
on until 10pm. That is more than a bit late for me
on a work day. So I have booked tomorrow off work,
and I think I may be more excited about that than
seeing the band !
The grey skies and the cold did their best
to disrupt my attempt to eat frugally last night.
I started with a can of soup. That soup was
"Cullen Skink". It is a fairly expensive soup I
bought out of curiosity from Aldi about 12 months
ago - it is a seasonal speciality for Burns night
along with haggis and stuff. It all sounds very
posh, but it's not. It is a complete rip off as
far as I can see. A better description would be
"cream of a few flakes of haddock, and a small
cube of potato or two", and as such it should be
no more expensive that cream of chicken soup. Oh
well, it was pleasant, but I won't be paying £1.19
for another can when I can get Aldi own brand
cream of chicken soup for about 45p !
I had another two parts of dinner last
night. One was a Lancashire Hot Pot ready meal
which had an unknown, but probably high amount of
calories in it, and a chicken tikka "steam meal",
which had few calories in it. I could have had
more. I was feeling like more, but I managed to
stop myself......or maybe I just had enough good
distractions. Two distractions were hand washing a
towel - really hard work rinsing and wringing
until the rinsing water had a head on it like an
ale (southern version) rather than the thick foam
on a Guinness. The other distraction was washing
my hair.
There was one other distraction that I was
not expecting. I exchanged quite a few messages
with Angela. It obviously wasn't as good as face
to face communication, but there was a warmth
about those messages that proves there are still
plenty of feelings there. If she just wasn't
distracted in caring for an old man with cancer
(probably in remission for the moment), and
recovering from a hip replacement - all very
meritorious - our relationship could get back on
course.
I thought I slept quite well the previous
night, and I think I probably slept quite well
last night. I am concerned that returning back to
very cold weather is going to have a negative
impact on my chest, but this morning I seem to be
tolerably OK again. This is good, and while there
are a few hurdles to get through, it is possible
that I can have a pleasant evening. One difficulty
is that being Thursday I ought to go for a drink
after work with the Thursday club. We are drinking
in The Shortlands Tavern again tonight, and at
least that is easy to get to, and easy to get home
again. I think I ought to try and have just 2
pints in there before heading home to prepare to
go out at a time when I would normally just be
falling asleep. Getting in the bingo hall, and the
hall itself is going to be a shock to the system,
but hopefully the rewards will outweigh some
potentially negative scenarios.
There is a small chance that Angela might go
tonight. She knows about it, but as yet I have
heard nothing about whether she is thinking of
going or not. Oh well, there is still plenty to
look forward to, and having booked tomorrow off
work, not having to go to work in 2° C tomorrow
morning is a wonderful glory in itself !
|
Wednesday
8th February 2017 |
08:03
GMT
There wasn't much, but there was sunshine
yesterday, and best of all was the sunshine that
dazzled me as I walked to the station after work.
The forecast said it would get to 10° C yesterday,
and maybe it did despite my thermometer saying it
was a couple of degrees short when I got home
yesterday. Even if it didn't make the magical 10°
C, it did feel a lot milder than recent days
yesterday. Maybe when I got home it had started to
cool down. It certainly did cool down, and by my
reckoning it was just 3° C when I walked to the
station this morning. It obviously wasn't cold
enough for frost, but all the cars, and the tops
of the wheelie bins, were dripping with
condensation. Oddly enough, the pavements seemed
to be bone dry. Today is not forecast to be very
nice. At the moment the forecast says light cloud,
but it looks pretty dense to me. In a another hour
or two heavy cloud will replace what already looks
quite heavy enough to depress me. No rain is
forecast, and that is a plus point if it turns out
to be true, but on the downside it seems it will
be no warmer than 5° C today. Then it gets
worse.....Tomorrow will feature thick cloud, and
when it is not 3° C, for a couple of hours in the
afternoon, it will be just 2° C for the vast
majority of the day - that is cold enough for snow
if those thick clouds defy the forecast, and dump
their load on us !
I had a fairly successful day at work,
without too many annoyances yesterday. That was a
minor plus point. Being dazzled by some sunshine
pouring through my office window around lunchtime,
and being dazzled by the sun, just shining over
the rooftops, as I walked to the station after
work were two very big plus points. Not having any
significant aches and pains was also a plus point.
Not hearing from Angela was unfortunate, but not
unexpected, and so I would judge that to be almost
neutral.
The overall effect of all these things was
that I felt fairly good when I made my way back to
Catford after work. On the way back I formulated a
new plan. Earlier in the day I had tried to phone
the pharmacy where I collect my prescriptions to
see if I had one more repeat prescription waiting
there. I didn't manage to get through, and so I
decided I would go straight from the station to
the pharmacy, and ask in person.
I have no idea how a bus, a 185 in this
situation, in completely unpredictable traffic,
can always arrive at the Catford Bridge station at
exactly the same time every day. Well maybe not
the exact time to the second, but close enough.
The unfortunate thing is that exact time is the
same time that my train arrived at the station. It
is a bit of a rush to try and catch that bus. Most
times I don't. Fortunately it is very rare that I
need or want to catch a bus from the
station, but last night was one time, and last
night I was lucky to just leap aboard 2.5 seconds
before the doors closed.
Four stops later and the bus dropped me off
at the bust stop just around the corner from the
pharmacy. They are very good in there, and one of
these has a very good memory for names. She told
the other "girl" my name, and I didn't have to
wait long before the last in a series of repeat
prescriptions was found, and my prescription
served to me. That was really rather handy because
this morning I took the last of two of the drugs I
am prescribed.
I am unsure how long it was after I got off
the train to when I left the pharmacy for the 5
minute walk home, but there was still plenty of
daylight - which was rather nice, and in fact
there was probably 10 minutes more of daylight
after I got home (and that doesn't include another
15 - 20 minutes of fading twilight). As I walked
up the road from the pharmacy the scene above
caught my eye. So I had to snap it. On my work PC
it looks a little washed out, but on my home PC
there is some nice colouration in the clouds. I
hope it looks nice on your PC.
One of these days I must resist the idea of
having dinner very soon after getting home, but
one advantage of doing so is that I am less
tempted to snack....at least until later in the
evening. I don't think my dinner was as healthy,
in terms of low calorie, low sugar, and low fat,
as the previous evening. The lentil and bacon soup
was mostly harmless, but the home made roast sweet
potato, onion, and tomato probably failed on
several accounts - particularly after the generous
sprinkle of basil infused rapeseed oil that I
added before roasting, and the chunks of cheese I
decided to add at the last minute when I reheated
it last night. If that wasn't bad enough then the
most generous serving of spam and mustard I had as
a sort of snack afterwards, must have been
terrible.
Last night was another night where I did
little more than a tiny bit of cooking, some
eating, and then mostly reading before going to
bed. It wasn't terribly exciting, but I guess the
time passed quickly enough, and that was probably
the main thing. Tonight should be different. There
are two things I ought to do tonight. One is to
wash a towel that I left soaking this morning, and
the other is to wash my hair. Other than that, I
shall try to eat as little as possible - maybe
just soup, maybe not - and carry on reading my
book. Tomorrow night could be far more
interesting, but I shall say more about that
tomorrow.
I'm sure I must have slept well last night.
I don't recall it taking very long to fall asleep,
and I only recall waking up for a brief pee once
in the night (and that memory is so dream like and
vague that I could almost ignore it happened). The
first real thing I remember is waking up at 4.30am
this morning. I think I woke up then because of
something I was dreaming, but I can't seem to
remember now. I decided it wasn't worth trying to
get back to sleep just for half an hour, and so I
got up. I seem hardly unique to wake up feeling
stiff and creaky. It seems to go with the age.
Sometimes it is worse, but this morning it seemed
very average. Later on, after a hot shower, and
getting dressed, I wished I could have felt far
better, but I have to admit that I didn't feel
that bad at all compared to what seems like the
average of the previous week or two, or three, or
four, or........ If I could just get my eating
down to under 1500 calories a day I might even
feel rather healthy when I see the doctor in a
weeks time. That would be good - the best time to
see a doctor is when you are feeling fit and
healthy - you are less susceptible to their
bullying then !
|
Tuesday
7th February 2017 |
08:12
GMT
I can't really recall any strong sunshine
yesterday, but at least it was relatively bright
day, although not particularly warm. I think the
forecast 7° C was probably about right. During the
night it clouded over, and there was some rain
during the night, but while the ground was wet,
and the puddles deep, it didn't rain while I made
my way to work.
I thought it worth doing a screenshot of how
today's weather has been forecast. I think it was
a little cooler than 7° C this morning. In fact I
seem to recall my thermometer saying 5.2° C just
before I left to walk to the station. I'm sure an
earlier forecast had the more sunshine and less
sunny intervals, and that it would start to get
sunny a bit later in the morning, and stay sunny
later in the afternoon. It would have been nice to
go home in sunshine, but I guess if the
temperature does hit 10° C then I can't complain.
I can complain about Friday - a maximum of 2° C
and a minimum of 0° C - that's bloody cold, and it
will probably get my chest aching big time !
On the whole I felt quite reasonable
yesterday. I had no significant aches or pains
apart from an occasional twinge. It seemed to be a
good time to try and get an appointment with my
doctor. The doctor I usually see was not
available, nor were several others at the group
practice I got to. They are all off sick - a fine
advert for their services !! Maybe I timed
it right because I got through to the surgery
first time and soon had an appointment booked. I
see a doctor with a suspiciously African name next
Wednesday at 5.30pm. I had specifically asked for
an appointment after 5pm so I wouldn't have to
take any time off work (although I will probably
leave work early because it sounds like a good
excuse to do so).
I don't know why, although I suspect it was
the product of several things, but I felt fairly
good going home from work. It certainly wasn't
because I was seeing Angela. I did put out some
bait for a meet up, but she had a good reason why
she was unavailable, and her reply seemed to
suggest that she would have met otherwise. That
suggestion of hope felt quite satisfying. Although
it wasn't sunny on my way home, it was mostly
bright(ish), and that was a positive influence on
me. As well as not having any significant aches or
pains, I somehow seemed to have a little extra
energy, and that made me feel good too.
All these good things seemed to help make
last night rather less dreary and tedious as other
nights. I nearly ruined it all by watching the 6pm
news on TV, but I managed to turn it off before I
became too deeply depressed. The best thing is
that I came very close to eating healthily. There
are some variables that are hard to define, but I
think my entire food consumption was closer to the
1500 calories where I can lose weight to the 2000
calories where I neither gain nor lose weight. Of
course all that is based upon partial guestimates,
lots of dubious assumptions, and stuff like that,
but I think I have learned to feel what is good
and bad these days, and yesterday was a good one.
I was in bed, with the lights off, and
feeling very far from full, although not exactly
hungry, by 8.30pm last night. I think I was
probably asleep 10 minutes later. I took the
precaution of taking a couple of Ibuprofen tablets
before going to bed. They seemed to provide some
protection against what is probably inflammation
when I crunch my chest while sleeping. I certainly
seemed to sleep quite well last night, and I woke
up without feeling too creaky.
I left home feeling quite good, and the walk
to the station seemed mostly effortless again -
probably more so this morning. The mad dash across
from Waterloo East to Waterloo wasn't quite so
easy, but I don't know if it ever was that easy.
Maybe it takes a while for the effects of it to
come through - perhaps about 17 - 20 minutes. It
was certainly the case that, once again, the 10
minute walk from Earlsfield station to work seemed
a bit too much like hard work. There could be an
alternative explanation for it though. I have
upped the dose of Bisoprolol I am taking at the
moment.
Bisoprolol is the drug that actually lowers
my blood pressure. One of my doctors tried to get
me to take a 10mg dose, but that just made me feel
like it was hard work to walk any distance. After
a bit of a battle the dose was reduced to 7.5mg,
and I could just tolerate that. Last year when I
was doing some really good dieting for a couple of
months, I found that 2.5mg was quite sufficient to
keep my blood pressure down. With my impending
appointment with a doctor, I am weaning myself
back on a bigger dose so I don't scare the crap
out of the doctor when they attempt to measure my
blood pressure. It is a shame that it undoes some
of the positive feelings I am having !
In a grand scheme of foolish optimism, I
think there is a fantastically small, but finite
chance that I might be contacted by Angela today
to suggest we meet for a drink after work. I would
very much enjoy that, but there could even be a
positive aspect to it if it doesn't happen. Unless
Angela came back to my place to distract me for a
while, a few beers in the pub could easily be
enough to disrupt my intention to try and eat as
little as I can tonight. It's all swings and
roundabouts. If I am not distracted, in the most
enjoyable way, by Angela, then I think tonight
will probably be a re-run of last night. Some
carefully selected dinner, and then read until I
feel sleepy.
|
Monday
6th February 2017 |
08:34
GMT
It seems that the weather forecasts we are
getting now don't seem to be terribly accurate
when it comes to the presence of absence of
sunshine. No sunshine was forecast for yesterday,
but there was some. Admittedly there wasn't much
sunshine, hardly any at all in the grand scheme of
things, but there was some sunshine !
Having said that, it would hardly be that
innacurate to say that yesterday was a rather cool
grey day. I'm not sure if the temperature got much
higher than 5 or 6° C. During the night the clouds
thinned out, and the temperature dropped just low
enough for some frost to start appearing on some
cars (they being the easiest thing to see it on in
the dark as I walked to the station). The good
thing about the thinning out of the cloud was that
the first light of dawn was easily visible as
early as when my train left Waterloo station -
about halfway through my journey to work.
The picture above does show what I wanted it
to show. If my camera had not over exposed the sky
you would have seen that there were plenty of blue
bits of sky visible, but it does show the hint of
mist that was another feature this morning. The
most recent weather forecast has deleted all
earlier mentions of sunshine today, and presumably
that is why it is currently sunny outside ! Maybe
the sunshine is a little hazy because there is a
lot of very high, thin and whispy cloud to see
right now. I'm not sure why, but at a different
time of year it looks like the beginning of a hot
day. Sadly, today won't be a hot day, but all
recent updates to the weather forecast seem to
agree that by mid to late afternoon it should be
7° C. That is not great, but much worse is to
come. Tomorrow may feature some rather cold rain
in the morning, and no hint of sunshine all day.
Friday could see the temperature barely rise above
0° C all day - I hope that is very wrong !
I went out twice yesterday. Once was to the
corner shop that is just 2 minutes walk away. That
seemed to feel OK so I then went out a second time
to the Pound Shop. I came away with quite a lot
from the Pound shop. I bought three bottles of
bleach because they were on a 3 bottles for £2
offer, and I bought four cans of Heinz soups which
were 50p a can. Alongside some other miscellaneous
stuff I bought a DVD. It was Bill Bailey at The Apollo. I
haven't watched the main feature yet, but I did
watch two of the "extras" on the DVD, and those
two alone were worth the £1 I paid for it.
The rest of yesterday I spent mostly
resting. For a brief moment I did almost fill a
bin bag with some stuff I had carefully hoarded in
the back room. Most of it was transport stuff, and
it is a shame to throw it away because it is
history. There were leaflets going back 10 to 15
years that showed new improvement, new trains,
engineering works, and even strikes. It probably
should have gone to a museum or something, but I
know I have to be ruthless in throwing stuff out
if I am ever going to get that back room usable as
a dining room (or something) again.
The trouble with laying down so much, as I
did over the weekend, is that it allows bits of
the body to get creaky. There were a few times
when I actually felt slightly odd, but the worst
was when I went to bed. At least I think it was,
but it could have been when I was just laying on
my bed to read earlier on. I made one movement
that sent a real stabbing pain through the very
top of my chest, practically at neck level. Once
again it was probably a legacy of damage that I
might, or might not have done by over doing things
when I came home from hospital in 2013 with my
chest still held together with staples and sticky
tape. One interesting thing is that that jolt
seems to have left a small lump just to the right
of my main operation scar. I always suspected the
surgeon had left his wrist watch in there....
That pain was very strong, but only lasted a
moment, and apart from what may be a slight
swelling, left no other legacy. That wasn't the
case at approx 2am this morning. I was just
getting back into bed after having a wee, and as I
turned on my side while laying down it felt like
the left side of my rib cage took a bite out of
the right side. It was literally like the whole
left side of my rib cage moved where it shouldn't
move. The very sharp pain stopped as soon as I
moved into a position where I wasn't in effect,
squeezing my chest from both sides. That pain did
leave a legacy of a dull ache, and my chest quite
sensitive to pressure. It took a couple of
Ibuprofen tablets, and well over an hour to be
able to get back to sleep.
This morning my chest isn't actually hurting
most of the time, but it does feel very delicate,
and I have had a few twinges when making certain
movements on the way to work. It is not being made
better by sitting here in my office. It's bloody
cold in here this morning, and it is taking a long
time for the fan heater to make much of an impact
on it - although it is slowly making an
improvement. After all the careful resting I did
over the weekend it is a pity that I lost a couple
of hours sleep last night, and that my chest is so
delicate. Maybe this morning is going to be the
time when I will attempt to get an appointment
with my doctor to see if anything can be done
about it - anything more than just painkillers to
mask the problem rather than cure it.
Tonight there could be an infinitesimally
microscopic chance that I might meet Angela for a
drink after work, but I think I am resigned to
going straight home where I will struggle to not
eat too much. Maybe it will be less of a struggle
than I anticipate. Yesterday, and even the day
before, I managed to eat rather more carefully
than I would have expected for the circumstances.
I can't think of everything I ate yesterday, but
most of it was the result of being careful. The
two cans of minted lamb and vegetable soup I had
for my evening meal only came to 468 calories
together, and they were quite filling. For lunch I
had a cheese salad, and if I had cut down on the
amount of cheese, omitted the olives, and used
less than half a gallon of salad cream on it, it
might have even been healthy. The worst offender
must have been the packet of beetroot crisps I had
for breakfast. I was reminded of them when I went
to the toilet this morning - purple poo (but you
didn't want to know about that).
One oddity of life is Windows 7 - or Windows
7 on my work PC. They say that Windows 7 is better
than Windows XP, but I can never remember my old
work PC doing anything weird when it used to run
Windows XP. My new work PC does some weird stuff
every now and then - and generally speaking it
only does these weird things when first turned on
when my office is freezing cold. this morning, for
some bizzare reason, it decided it couldn't
connect me to the network, and so logged me in as
a temporary user. A reboot cured that. The clue
that it was having another brainstorm was that
after entering my password the next screen said
"preparing desktop" - a screen that is usually
only seen after a fresh installation of Windows 7,
or when a new user uses it for the first time.
|
Sunday
5th February 2017 |
09:54
GMT
I don't recall Friday being particularly
windy, and so it didn't feel all that cold when I
left work to go home. I can't recall if it rained
during the day. Maybe it did, but it was dry when
I left work, and I didn't notice any rain for the
rest of the evening. So that forecast was wrong !
I didn't really pay much attention to the forecast
for yesterday, and so I can't really say if it
matched reality. The reality was that it was a
cooler day then the previous days, but there was
some sunshine around the middle of the day. That
was nice, and for reasons I may explain later, it
came at a good time.
This is the forecast for today. It's not
going to be awful, but it does little to raise the
spirits. Staying dry is useful, but I would have
liked to see just a little sunshine. It seems I'll
have to wait until tomorrow for that. The downside
is that tomorrow is going to start very cool -
almost cool enough for a frost. Tuesday could be a
little warmer, but it's looking like we are
heading back into another mini-ice age by the end
of the week. That wouldn't be surprising. February
has always been a popular month for snow !
As work came to a close on Friday I was
feeling rather low. Some of it may have been a
direct physical effect of Thursday night's beer
and stupid dinner. Some of it may have been self
guilt about getting carried away when ordering and
eating said dinner. Some of it may have been the
result of days with no sunshine. A goodly portion
of it was uncertainty about Friday night.
Friday night featured a gig in aid of
Angela's "boyfriend's" birthday. I was invited,
and expected to go, and as such I did feel that I
ought to go. Just being there might, or might not
have earned me some "brownie points" that might
have been good (or not), and taking some nice
photos would earn me some thanks from various
people. Of course the trouble was that it would
hurt to see her enjoying herself with him instead
of me.
My troubles were solved, or maybe
substituted for new ones when I got a message from
my friend Kevin. He said he would be in the
Wetherspoon pub in about 20 minutes if I fancied
joining him for a quick pint. My train had just
left London Bridge when the message came through,
and I estimated it would take me about 20 minutes
to get to the pub. So I agreed to the idea, and it
turns out my estimate was as accurate as Kevin's.
I don't know whether it actually was 20 minutes or
not, but I arrived at the pub at exactly the same
time as Kevin.
Now the sad thing was that I didn't fancy
any of the ales that the pub had on - although I
could have been tempted by a couple that were
marked "available soon". That was a bit sad for a
Wetherspoons pub ! I could have, and should have
fallen back on Guinness, but I was feeling too
impatient to wait while one was slowly poured. So
I opted for Stella Artois - maybe a fatal mistake.
A "quick drink" with Kevin is never quick,
and on this occasion it was extended by the
appearance of someone I haven't seen in absolute
ages - Iain. I don't know how many pint I drank on
Friday night. At one time I thought it might have
been six, but that seems too many now...on the
other hand........ It was certainly enough to get
me drunk enough to buy a big bag of grilled
chicken wings and some "fries" on the way home. Oh
well, at least they were grilled, and
theoretically slightly healthier than
fried chicken. Plus you don't get that much meat
on a chicken wing.
As far as I can recall, it was 8.45pm when I
left the pub. So by the time I had bought my food,
and eaten it, it was bedtime. I think I was in bed
soon after eating, and I can imagine that I fell
asleep really quickly. It was all a good diversion
from worrying about when I should have been doing,
and wanted to try and do - going to that birthday
celebration gig.
The next morning I felt pretty foul, and on
top of that I had to face apologising to Angela. I
finally got around to doing it, and I think my
apology, and the reason why I did what I did was
accepted. That was one weight off my mind, but I
still felt pretty miserable. Some of it was just
hangover, but I was also feeling very tired, and
under the weather. I tried a bit of "occupational
therapy", otherwise known as washing some shirts,
and that did help a bit.
I contemplated going out for a walk, but I
felt too tired even to just go and do some
shopping. In fact I deliberately decided I
wouldn't go to Aldi (or Tesco etc.) at all this
weekend because I didn't want to be tempted to eat
too much. That did actually work yesterday, and
maybe it will today. For what was, in reality, a
very boring Saturday, I ate remarkably little.
I passed quite a lot of time just laying on
my bed reading. The one thing I wanted to do was
to snooze a lot, but most of the time I just
couldn't seem to fall asleep. The good thing (or
was it a bad thing ?) was that I made some good
progress reading my current book - 550 pages of
quite small print - Time
Enough For Love by Robert Heinlein. After a
lot of reading, and a lot of relaxing, I was
starting to feel quite good by early evening.
In theory I could have gone to one of a
couple of gigs last night. One of the featured
Angela's daughter Miranda in a side project of
hers, and I did seriously consider going, but it
wasn't well advertised, and I can't recall being
asked if I would like to go. It might, or might
not have been good to go to it, but I decided I
didn't want any more beer, and it would better for
me to continue to relax, and recover my strength.
So I stayed in, read some more, and sort of
enjoyed it.
I think I slept OK last night. I woke up
earlier than needed or desired, but I got up for a
while to take my medications, and to potter around
on the internet. Then I went back to bed, and had
one of those strange times when it seems you
haven't slept, but a lot of time has passed. It
was almost 9am (or was it later ?) when I finally
decided to get up properly. Since then I have done
little more than washed my hair and showered (two
things I couldn't be bothered to do yesterday).
I don't feel particularly inspired by the
grey weather to go out and do anything today, but
I will pop out to the shops for a few odds and
ends - but no food shopping. I expect I'll do some
more resting today, but I can foresee that getting
a bit boring, and maybe not so needed as
yesterday. I think I might try to do a bit more
tidying up in the back room today, and/or I might
do some computer stuff. I keep looking at my
ancient "Bondi Blue" iMac, and thinking I ought to
get that museum piece working again sometime. It
is far too slow to do much practical work on these
days, but it can display simple web pages, or play
a bit of music. I think it just needs a new hard
disk in it, and I have a spare that would be OK
for it. I think there is a good 10% chance I might
do something with it today.
|
Friday
3rd February 2017 |
08:46
GMT
I saw 10° C on my thermometer when I got
home yesterday, and yet it didn't feel that warm
to me. It must have been the wind. Overall it was
a very grey day with some showers in the late
morning/early afternoon. I think there was one
very brief interval when the sun came out, or
almost came out, but it wasn't bright for long
enough to count. This morning it was a little
cooler than yesterday morning, and yet it didn't
feel so cold. maybe it was just me, or maybe it's
all down to the strength of the wind. It is
supposed to be about 8° C at the moment, and it is
fairly bright with a few patches of blue sky
visible now and then. By midday it should be 10°
C, and it is supposed to be sunny. That would be
wonderful except that it won't last. By the time
I'm on my way home the temperature will be back
down to 8° C, the sky will be grey, and it will
probably be pouring with rain ! The weekend
doesn't look too great. The maximum temperature
may be only 7° C, and it will be lightly overcast.
That wouldn't be that terrible if it wasn't going
to be very windy. The wind will probably make it
feel very chilly !
I didn't feel too bad at work yesterday in
all respects except one. The bad bit was that I
felt very sleepy again. I think it's all in the
mind. It was far from a struggle, but getting to
the pub after work seemed progressively harder the
closer I got to it. After three pints of medium
strength beer I felt suitably refreshed, and
walking back to the station seemed to take very
little effort, and I seemed to have the enough
energy that walking down to the kebab shop,
instead of walking straight home, seemed easy
enough. It might have even been enjoyable if it
was a bit warmer, and far earlier in the day.
The kebab shop is also the fish and chip
shop, and my original intention was to have fish
and chips for my dinner, but when I first walked
in there I couldn't see any ready cooked fish. So
I changed my mind about the fish and went for a
large donner kebab (that was actually a very large
donner), and no chips. That took no time to
prepare, and I was soon back on my way home with
almost a spring in my step.
Once I was home I wolfed down my kebab with
great gusto, and watched a bit of TV. By 8pm, and
feeling bloated, I started thinking about bed. I
am pretty certain I had my teeth brushed, the
lights turned out, and I was fast asleep before
9pm. It might have even been 8.30pm. It seemed
like I slept very well. I think I remember getting
up for a wee once, and my only firm memory of
reality was waking up just 15 minutes before 5am
when my alarm was set to wake me.
I could still taste the kebab when I burped
in the morning, and maybe my gut felt a little
more distended than usual, but basically I felt
fairly OK this morning. Maybe that was in
incorrect assumption brought about early morning
fantasy. It turns out that I still feel very
tired. I feel sleepy tired, mentally tired,
spiritually tired, and metaphysically tired. A
decent vet would take me behind the stables and do
an act of kindness, but here I am at work counting
down the seconds until I can go home again.
I don't know what to do when I get home
apart from eat. I feel I ought to try and get by
on just a few cans of of soup tonight, but I
expect I'll have something more substantial. I
think I am supposed to be going to a gig tonight,
but I doubt I'll have the energy to go, and I
don't think I have the enthusiasm to go. The
venue, The Catford And Cyphers Cricket Club, is
easy to get to. If it was warm and dry it would be
a nice walk, but if I did go I would probably get
a bus. The thing that bemuses me most is the fact
that it is more than a gig. It is also Angela's
"boyfriend's" (aka my rival for her affection)
birthday celebration. Angela would like me to go,
but I have my suspicions it is more my camera than
me that she wants there. On the other hand, when
she is not seeming to ignore me, she can be
genuinely affectionate. I really don't know what
to do. To not go could be seen as a deliberate
snub that would not earn me any "brownie points"
even if, as seems likely, unless, as is quite
possible, the fatigue is all in my head, and I
feel too fatigued to go. Sometime life, like that
last sentence, is just so bloody complicated, and
doesn't make any sense - also like that last
sentence !
Thursday
2nd February 2017 |
08:04
GMT
During the course of yesterday
morning there were more showers after the
light one which left me a little bit damp
in places as I got to work, but the
afternoon, and probably the evening were
dry. Unfortunately it stayed very dull and
miserable while there was light to see by,
and, I am pretty sure, beyond that too.
The good thing, although it was rather
marginal, was that it was mild - if you
call 8° C mild. During the night the
temperature rose slightly - as the
forecast predicted it would, and it was
almost 9° C as I came into work. Now the
sad thing is that the afternoon being 12°
C that appeared in early forecasts has
been downgraded to just 11° C, but I guess
that is still a sort of treat. The other
good news is that there will be a lot less
rain than originally forecast, and if the
gods are really smiling then we won't get
any rain. If the one solitary little patch
of blue sky I can see can find the sun we
might even have a brief sunny period. On
the other hand....the forecast has changed
again ! Apparently it will now rain
between 11am and 3pm - starting and
finishing with light rain, but with
torrential rain in the middle.
Tomorrow may only be 10° C at best, but
some sunny intervals are foreecast, as
well as some very wet intervals !
You never really notice it until
it's well under way - in this case it was
my nose slowly drying up as the day
progressed. The effect increased once I
got out into the fresh air after work, and
I only seemed to need to blow my nose a
few times on the whole journey home. I
didn't seem to feel that bad at all at
work yesterday, although I did seem to
feel very sleepy from time to time. Apart
from that I was unusually free of aches
and pains.
It is probably a sign of something
that cannot be mentioned (mostly because I
don't care to analyse it enough to start
loking up names for it) that the single
reason I rushed home, the only thing I was
looking forward to, the only thing that
gave me a reason to live, was to have
dinner. I suppose I also ought to add
sleep to that, but essentially that is all
my life consists of some
many days - sleep - go to work - do some
work (as little as I can get away with) -
go home - eat dinner - go to sleep.
Last night it was remarkably like
that. I got home, prepared some dinner,
and tried to watch the news while I ate
it, but the news was too depressing. Once
I had eaten (predictably too much) I lay
on my bed reading, but I found my eyes
closing on me. So I brushed my teeth, and
got into bed. Ten minutes later I was fast
asleep - and that was probably no later
than 7.30pm, and may have been earlier !
I woke up a few times to have a pee,
but essentially I slept right through
until my alarm woke me at 5am. I wonder
just how much more sleep I might have got
if my alarm had not woken me ? An hour,
two hours, theree hours ????? I guess that
I must have built up a big sleep deficit
while my snotty nose kept me from sleeping
properly, and it must have taken a lot of
energy to fight off that cold.
This morning I feel both good and
bad. I felt passably good physically, but
rather depressed when I first woke up. I
don't recall having a depressing dream,
and in fact I am sure I had a very
positive dream about something that now
eludes me. It did feel good walking to the
station, but only in the sense that it
felt satisfying to have felt it to be a
fairly easy walk. Now the train are back
to normal we had our usual long stop at
Lewisham station, and presumably the
driver over compensated for that by
"putting his foot down" and we arrived at
Waterloo East early. Early by the
timetable, and that mad eit possible to
rush like a mad thing to catch the 06:57
train at Waterloo station.
That dash is hard work, and I can
feel it straining my body, but on the
other hand I do seem to recover from it
very quickly once I am sitting down on the
train - or do I ? It feels like that my
breathing and heart rate has returned to
normal within 30 seconds or so, but
specifically today, and maybe to some
extent on other days, I felt like I had no
energy to walk to work when I exited
Earlsfield station some 15 - 18 minutes
later.
Of course I did walk to work depsite
every step feeling like it was my last. I
think it was all in the head though. It's
a 9 minute walk from the station to work,
and I was no more tired or knackered at
the last minute than I was when I took the
first step. I think it was just a
reluctance to go to work. It wasn't helped
by it being dark and gloomy (and rather
wet despite it not raining). I shall do my
best to ignore this feeling about work
because there is no actual current reason
to hate work, and I know it is just a
seasonal thing made worse because I don't
seem to have any distractions at the
moment. As far as I am concerned the
future is looking very gloomy.
I am not even particularly looking
forward to a Thursday night drink. I will
go out of a sense of duty (or something
stupid like that), and because tonight it
is another session in The Shortlands
Tavern - a pub that I have no great
affection for, but at least it is easy to
get to after work, and easy to get home
from. Oh well, in another 12 hours, and
possibly/probably before, I will be in
bed, and hopefully asleep.
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Wednesday
1st February 2017 |
08:08
GMT
One problem of staying indoors for
most of the day is that the outside
weather is mostly ignorable. I am very
certain that there was no sign of any
sunshine yesterday, but I can't remember
if there were periods when the cloud cover
was particularly thick, or particularly
light. All I remember is that it was grey
outside. I also remember that it was quite
mild compared to the sometimes bloody
freezing days we've had recently.
Most the day was probably around 8° C, but
the temperature did rise very late at
night. I was expecting it to be 10° C this
morning, and it was only a tiny bit less
than that. By the time I go home
from work it should be 11° C. There has
been some rain this morning, but the
latest forecast says the afternoon will
stay dry. Unfortunately it is going to be
another grey day - maybe very dark grey
for some of the afternoon. Tomorrow is
going to be very similar to today, but
with one added feature - it's going to
rain - a lot ! - and it may well be very
heavy rain !!
It was nice having the day off
yesterday even if I was feeling ill. The
guts ache, and loose bowels, which was the
trigger to take the day off, ended up as a
bit of a false alarm. The discomfort that
made me turn around, and go back home when
I was no more than about 4ft from home,
was the last discomfort, but by then I had
made my mind up. It was probably a good
thing considering how wet and drippy my
nose was. Having said that, the one time I
did go out, the fresh air partly dried out
my nose, and I felt almost, but not quite
all OK.
No matter how much you know that
your perception of yourself and the wider
world is being influenced by your own
brain, it is almost impossible to ignore
it. When I went out yesterday morning it
felt like hard work. Instead of a brisk
stroll with head held high, it felt like a
stopping slog to get to the pawn shop.
There was nothing of any great interest in
there except for a Hi Def Sony camcorder,
but I decided that I didn't really need it
even if it was very cheap (£130 if I
recall correctly).
Having looked in the pawn shop I
made my way to Aldi. That was
approximately heading back towards home,
and the walking felt ever so slightly
easier. I didn't go mad in Aldi, and I
only filled up one bag of stuff, and of
course I had three 2l bottles of own brand
sugar free cola in my rucksack. The one
bag of shopping was quite a heavy bag
because it had half a dozen cans of soup
in it amongst other stuff. Between the bag
and my rucksack, I had a fair load to get
home, but because I was going home it was
easy. I could have almost skipped and
jumped on the way back. Of course I didn't
do either, but once again, walking home
with a heavy load was easier than walking
away from home with no load at all. It's
all in the head, and I can't seem to fight
it !
One of the things I did yesterday
was to get the living room nice and cosy
in case I had any entertaining to do. I
used the new halogen heater to do it, and
it worked better than I though - although
the fan heater does a quicker job at the
expense of a higher power consumption.
While they were on, and pale grey daylight
was streaming limping
through the windows, I took a couple of
snaps to show just how stupidly bright
those heating bars are !
The first picture taken with my Olympus
X42 camera. I had to use flash or the
background would be barely visible.
Second picture taken with my Nikon L29
camera (also with flash turned on). This
camera still disappoints me. My other
two Nikon cameras, the big DSLR and the
little pocket sized 6300 are very good,
but the L29 seems a bit crappy.
Fortunately both pictures show how
bright that halogen heater is. You
could read by it with ease !
At 2pm I had
a second shower and I washed my hair
in anticipation of meeting Angela. At
approx 3pm I got a message from here
saying she didn't feel well enough to
go out. The had apparently been awake
for most of the previous night, and
was feeling off kilter. Well, it was a
perfectly valid excuse, and I had
secondary sources to verify it was all
true, but it was still a very big
disappointment for me. I have no idea
when I will see her again. It could be
tonight (unlikely), or it could be
Friday if I have the energy (or
inclination) to go to a gig, or it
could be ............
I hadn't slept all that well the
night before either. My stuffy nose
made it hard to get to sleep, and
occasionally would contribute to
waking up in the night. However I did
manage to take a few naps during the
day, and I wasn't too worried about
getting to bed too early last night.
Nevertheless, I think I was asleep not
that long after 9pm, and although I
woke up several times during the
night, it seemed like I slept
reasonably well last night - or is
that what I am supposed to think
compared to what I expected to happen.
This morning I am still a bit
snotty, but once out in the fresh air
my nose stopped dripping. It's less
dry now I am sitting down at work, but
it seems better behaved than
yesterday. I guess I am on the mend.
The rest of me, with the exception of
my legs, feels to be in reasonable
good order. My chest seems well
behaved again. It's only my legs that
felt a bit stiff this morning. I think
they have loosened up now I've given
them a good bit of exercise. On the
whole I should feel pretty good today,
and yet for some reason I don't. I
suspect the missing ingredient is
sunshine.
There was definitely a lack of
sunshine this morning. I took this
picture about 15 - 20 minutes before
sunrise, but it should probably have
been mostly daylight by then.
Instead it is all dark, murky and
WET !
I have no
idea what I am doing tonight. The
chances are that it will be
another tedious evening with
nothing to look forward to but
bed, but bed is always good ! I
suppose there is a chance that I
might get a massage from Angela
suggesting we have another go at
meeting tonight, but the idea of
that happening is so wildly
optimistic that it's better not to
entertain such notions. I think
I'll stick to dinner followed by
bed. It's far more reliable !
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