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Schindler’s Lift

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Spring in the Mencap Garden

It was my six monthly Rheumatology review this morning. It all went well. They are keeping me on 6 monthly reviews as my right forefinger (despite having mainly recovered) is still a little swollen and sore but apart from that, all is well. It would have been different if I’d gone last week, but today, I was fine. I will just have to be careful.

Using the lift in the Treatment Centre, I noticed it was made by a company called Schindler. hence the title.

The actual experience went very well. I drove down, anticipating there would be plenty of parking under the Treatment Centre at 8.30, and there was. I was booked in by 8.45, seen at 8.50 and was out and passing the shop by 9.15. I could actually have gone to work, but having arranged the day off (which is only a half day on Friday)  I decided to return home with sausage and egg McMuffins and surprise Julia (who is on holiday this week).

Spring in the Mencap Garden

Unfortunately, when we move, I may have some disruption with my prescription as I will have to be transferred between hospitals, not just doctors. Another part of the rich tapestry that is the National health Service. At lest it will stop me worrying about the practical aspects of the move.

I felt able to relax my dietary regime a little, as I appear to have lost weight again, according to the scales. Mt waistband feels comfortable, but not excessively slack (having been a little uncomfortable a few weeks ago) so I thought I as still doing OK, but wasn’t sure until the scales confirmed it.

Despite this, I am more determined than ever to drop more weight and not become complacent, as I have done in the past. We finished off the ginger nuts, agreed not to buy more biscuits, and had a very light lunch.

In time i will need to buy more trousers, which will be an act with mixed feelings, as I hate spending money on clothes before they are worn out. However, sometimes you have to do these things.

Spring in the Mencap Garden

At the moment my new belt is a matter of concern. In the old days I was once told that the reason I couldn’t get a decent leather belt was because they don’t make cows my size. This was a sobering thought but turns out to be untrue, as these days you can get big belts for the fuller figure. I needed a new one, and recently ordered one. It was longer than my old one, but they allow for this by giving a range of lengths in the description, so I merely punched a few extra holes in it and started to use it. Unfortunately, the surplus length is becoming annoying and I am going to cut it down. This is mildly annoying, as they should be more consistent. I ordered a belt, not a build your own belt kit. Even worse, having punched new holes and worn it I now notice that it has a label by the buckle and it is actually a size up from the one I ordered. That explains it.

Spring at last!

An Interesting Day

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Got up late and felt sluggish. Socks went on OK but the trousers fought back and it took some time to sort out. After that it was down to the pharmacy to sort things out (again) which took nearly half an hour). Then, with what was almost a bin liner of dressings and bandages, I staggered across to the doctor. Here I had a blood test. The nurse in question has a good record of getting the blood, but clearly learnt her testing technique in a time when patient pain was not such an issue.  They are still short of tubes. There was a short wait after that as I changed nurses and gat new bandages. The leg is looking  a lot better. I’m still not keen on having it attached to me, but it’s not as repulsive as it was last week.  I now have,enough bandages to make myself into a passable mummy for Halloween.

As I left the surgery I had a phone call –  it was the shop asking if I was anywhere near McDonald’s as we had visiting London dealers and they were making a day of it.

That was about the end of the excitement apart from the tempura pork. We had a pork joint at the weekend and still had some slices left so Julia did it in tempura batter and put sweet and sour sauce on it. It was delicious.  We also had stir fried vegetables but, as you know, I consider them a penance rather than a pleasure. Fried pork in batter with a sticky sauce, on the other hand, is a real pleasure.

The diet?

I’ll get back to you about the diet.

The picture is an old selfie from a day when Julia left me waiting in the car and I ran out of inspiration to write haiku. At that point it’s either turn to limericks  or selfies with special effects . . .