X-Ray and hot pain…

I’ve lost a few pigs. Only a few are welcome back.

So I contacted my surgery and a doctor I’ve never met phoned me back. He kept cutting me off, and I noticed he did it with the paramedic he sent out.

Yes. There are paramedics at my medical centre. But she carries no equipment. So not that impressive.

But she decided what I already knew. An X-ray is a good idea. I may have a tiny bone fractured or broken.

I said I will only go to an appointment as I’ve protected myself since March 7, and I’m not putting myself at risk in bug city.

So I was to phone a number given to me. I did. I told I had to wait until they heard from my doctor. They would call me.

Except they didn’t. I asked my surgery when the doctor had contacted X-ray. Two minutes after my call to them. Yes. I know.

About ten days ago, my gum was bruised by the edge of a banana chip. I love them. It hurt for about four days. I was surprised. My magical tongue just found that it cut the gum just where tooth protrudes and my tooth needed dental care. Now I fear the tooth may need major work. If this is the case I shall have it removed. I cannot cope with dental work. I had one removed years ago because I was told I needed a ‘bridge’, whatever that is. She said, I can’t take out your tooth. I said yes she could because as she rightly pointed out it was my tooth.

I never had a problem with my teeth until first became pregnant. I gave all my reserves of calcium to my baby. This is said to be a myth, but one gets free dental care for the first year after giving birth. And I know other mums who experienced similar.

My back is still like a sponge. It still hurts a lot.

I got almost all my gates painted on the outside. (very painful but sitting). I was so happy. Then I realised it needs a second coat. ***** bleep bleep bleepity bleep.

My blog is read by nosey parkers looking for stuff they won’t find, eh Helen???


Painting and pain don’t go…

de Villiars. The fastest century.

I painted as much of my gates as could between 7.40 and 8.30am this morning. I was sitting so although it hurt like mad, not as bad as it could be.

I need to get it done as, although the man I employ is very good value for money, I can’t afford to pay for it all. It’s good that I’m not afraid of hard work. It’s the feather board side so harder to get paint into the edges. But once I got going that wasn’t a problem. I’ve discovered I’m a quicker and less messy painter than the man I employ.

Yesterday evening I couldn’t work the hose. It made no sense to me. I had to call my cleaner to show me how. He came and showed me and said he had watered before he left. That was 5.15pm still hot. I was cross, as I had not asked him too. My hose is not my first resort and also watering in heat just causes the water to evaporate and less sinks down causing roots to draw upwards.

This morning I sent a text saying I could not turn the tap after he wound it back. So he came and watered the garden. At 8.30 or so . Too late. I had tried a 5am. If he had replied to my text, I would have said, after 8am, that there was no hurry.

I think he is over anxious to please, as he feels he let me down at the weekend. I have said I don’t hold on to hurt, I moved on and there was no issue.

Paramedics arrived this morning. I couldn’t believe my ears. I had just dressed after a shower. Someone had dialled 999 after seeing a request for some help on a community website. I told them my request was for help getting a meal together, but since they were here would they look at my bruising as it’s not reduced.

I asked that they not make it an official visit, as I’ve had three in the last week. They made me a cup of tea, felt my bruises, we exchanged pleasantries and I sent them on their way.

As a South West Ambulance governor I am furious.

On Sunday I saw a meme in a group on facebook. It was misleading about mental health. I corrected it, and enquired of the friend who posted it where she found it. She was a phone contact friend. She told me by text and I emailed the author whose book title was being used. I then went to help the friend locally who needed the phone charger.

I received an aggressive text from the facebook friend. I was taken aback as this was so unexpected. I replied that I would like to cease contact for the rest of the day as I’m not accustomed to aggression. She kept on and I asked her to stop. She texted again. I turned my phone off.

I don’t use facebook a lot. But yesterday I found myself, unnamed, but completely misrepresented on a post. I responded referring to myself as ‘the person who commented on the meme’. She then replied, tagging me, saying she had tried to not identify me but…I replied ‘I did not identify me either but as you’ve now told a lot of my friends it is me you are misrepresenting, they should know this…’

So I am now blocked. She seemed so nice…

I am so careful. Friends on facebook are strange entities…

The only place I express my full opinion is Twitter. Unless it’s to heads of state, or other powerful people I need to persuade about human rights.

Even here I hold back. I am passionate, I seize life. I do not tolerate fools gladly.


In lot’s of pain now…

I am feeling the pain of this week. The tiredness from lack of sleep and panic attacks. The stress of how certain ‘agencies’ have treated me.

Painting the gates has been good mentally but now I am feeling the aches, and my ankle hurts more because I’m so tired.

I phoned the police station in Germany. I was doing well until I was asked why my friend needed proof of his pass being stolen. What is ‘home office; in German? I’m not sure what it is in American.

We got past that and I gave a date. Then I gave it as single numbers to be sure. I asked if he had got my drift. He said 2017 in English. I responded that he knew English. Oh yes he said I know English. I was not surprised at all, but said that he had let me search for unusual vocabulary in German without letting me off the hook. I also told him in German that my uncle used to play soccer for Dortmund Barbarossia.

They did not have the information I needed and he gave me the number for the Bulgarian Embassy in Bonn.

I seem to have done a lot today but feel like I’ve accomplished nothing.

I have thanked my paramedics who attended me, and also asked for my thanks to go out to the whole Trust for their dedication during the lockdown. We are now on Stay Alert which means every one piles to the beaches and Quay and buy beer from supermarkets and put a strain on the emergency services.

I thanked the staff of my local hospital, where I have responsibilities, for their dedication and hard work.

I was looking for ear buds today as a neighbour’s daughter lost her headphones. As I looked, I recalled being told I’ve got too much stuff. Well, having seen photos of where they live, there is just as much stuff in their home. I have a lot of my sister’s hair products etc, and I’m not ready to part with them yet. One day I will be, and I’ll have less stuff than in their home. I gave the girl my spare earbuds.