They stuck needles in my wrists!

Because I’ve been having some sleep troubles recently…

I had to go into hospital for the night so that they could watch me sleeping.

Or rather, so that their machines could watch me. It’s all done with machines these days!

Apart from the last bit, that is…

The bit where they have to stick Bluddy Ginourmous Needles in my Wrists!

And that, believe me, hurts!

I took these photos when I was partially wired up. I’ve learned form experience that when the nice nurses have finished, I can hardly move!

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Take my handicap

It’s easy, sometimes, to feel sorry for yourself. I’ve recently been having trouble with the mask/respirator that I have to wear during the night.

It has a built in humidifier; that works great, most of the time. Recently, however, because of the sudden drop in temperature during the night the moisture condenses and I wake up with a mask full of water – that’s fun, that is!

I could get all grumpy about it but I had to laugh, the other day, when I met (via www.aTasteOfGarlic.com) someone else who suffers from Sleep Apnea. He has to wear a a gum shield top and bottom which keeps his jaw from dropping back and closing his windpipe. I told him that I was glad I didn’t have to do that – it doesn’t sound like much fun.

He replied saying… “My mum’s best friend has a sort of Darth Vader outfit. She has a nightmare each time she flies anywhere. All straps around the head and a vacuum cleaner type oxygen feeder making gurgling sounds next to the bed. Bloody hell, I hope you don’t have that too!”

Um, that’s exactly what I’ve got. But little things like that are sent to try us. You can’t let them get you down.

I saw this sign outside E. Leclerc today and it made me think.

All the best

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A short break.

The short break in postings on this site was due to an unexpected visit to hospital. I went in for a checkup and ended up staying for a month!

However, I am back home now and, hopefully, am finished with doctors and nurses sticking needles in me and doing other unforgivable things – at least for the time being!

All the best

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A quiet drink.

The Girlie and I went to the doctor’s this morning.

We had to discuss the results of my recent brain scan (all clear) and how my new medication was working for me.

I was rather worried that (1). I would be sent back to work (and I know that I’m not really ready for that), and (2). One of the results of my last blood test indicated a problem with my liver!

I was very worried that I was going to need a Liver Transplant (which would involve lots of internal medical stuff), and… undoubtedly, loads of injections!

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The last supper!

I’m going for my brainscan tomorrow; so I’ve decided to treat myself tonight.

It’s not that I’m particularly worried about the scan (apart from a nagging uncertainty that they won’t actually find any sign of a brain, at all!)

What really scares the hell out of me is that they are going to give me an injection first – AND I HATE INJECTIONS!

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What’s happening?

I returned to work (at the local pig abattoir), a few months ago.

Rather than returning my old department (Conditionment; where pork chops and other bits of dead pig are packed into boxes for freezing – and where my job was to put those boxes onto pallets), I now work in Formage Cartons.

That means I work with the team that makes all the boxes for the whole abattoir – it’s hard work!

On the whole, I was enjoying my new work (although, being based in the roof of the building did mean that it got very hot!)

Only time will tell if I can cope with that..

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Why the silence?

“It’s been an awful long time since I’ve updated this site. There’s a simple reason and I’d like to explain.

During 2006 and the start of 2007, I felt that I was getting very tired and, although my life was wonderful (disregading the old Bessie’s habit of breaking down whenever she was grumpy), I sort of knew that something was wrong.

The photo shows that I had been letting myself go a bit and had that haunted/tired look about me.

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A walk, memories and a dream.

Yesterday, after work, I decided to go for a little walk around the block.

The walk took me past a farm (well, where I live, all my walks do). As I passed the cowshed, I got a whiff of that cowshed smell.

And, with it, a flood of memories.

My Granny and Grandpa used to have a farm in Constantine, Cornwall.

Everytime I go past a cowshed, I have a vivid memory of watching the cows being milked and of seeing the young calfs.

Now, accordingy to my father, Grandpa sold his farm when I was 9 years old – strange that I should have such detailed memories.

Last night, I had a strange dream. Normally, I don’t remember my dreams but, this one is still with me, now – many, many hours later.

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