And so, dear listener, this week I had my annual consultation with the good Dr J (who is not be confused with the good Dr W) about my heart. š
(New listeners start here. December 2006, Cold Turkeyed. Primarily alcohol, and a few months later bad prostate cancer was found. Both sorted. No problems. No further treatment.
A few normal years doing a Post Grad and a Masters in DrinkānāDrugs followed by four and a half years working with the homeless and refugees but left with depression (but Iāve been told not to mention that missing USB stick ever again nor the idiot of an Area Manager) and then spent some time in hospital with heart problems. Both sorted. Some pills and just got two months repeat script today. Iām sure itāll be fine during Brexit with Liz Truss in chargeā¦ā¦..it wonāt, will it?)
Still mustnāt grumbleā¦ā¦.and I donāt. š
Dr J carried out the consultation over the phone and seemed happy but will arrange for an ecg for me later and we do face to face next yearā¦ā¦..Oh, yes, we will! (08/09/21…….it’s through already)
So, I told people this and said it all went well. But no. There was a real fright. š¦
Yāsee, I had received a letter telling me what would happen and explaining that Iād get a call at 3.15 or within that hour. So, I sat and stared at my mobile phone waiting for it to ring and we were about twenty minutes late and then FFS!!!!!!!!! The bloody landline rang!!!!! Jeez!!!!! What a fright!!!!!! My heart was pounding. Which is obviously a good thing under the circumstances.
Isnāt the NHS brilliant? The Maryhill Health Centre also seems to be pretty efficient at the moment and the pharmacist next to the ASDA, and everyone else who knows me. š
Which doesnāt include the UKPM who talks of mutant algorithms and makes things up as he goes along. I donāt. Wellā¦ā¦.
I owe people an apology. For years I have told people that the phrase āback to square oneā comes from radio days when the Radio Times would contain a gridded plan of a football pitch with numbers so that listeners could follow the game as the commentator would say something like āand heās crossed it over from Square Seven to the brylcreemed head of Farquhar-Smyth whoās passed to Blenkinsop in Square Six.ā I donāt know where my idea came from but I now realise *hangs head in shame* that itās actually from Snakes and Ladders. Thatās what you learn just cos The Chase finishes just before STVās News at Six. š
Serious oops and serious apologies.
tioraidh, and still keeping it simple and fun
Iaint850, still confused by the Nutella and the banana.
So, I caused some confusion a couple of weeks ago when I talked about the loneliness of the long distance editor and a couple of folk asked after me so, this week, Iāll say it. I do get lonely at times. For example, in the early days of Lockdown. I could talk to neighbours but they all seem to have gone back to work. Itās dead quiet during the day. But I do know things could be an awful lot worse.
And other people have gone back to being busy or are not where they were before the pandemic and Iāll need to re-think all kinds of things so, as they say on Twitter, if youāve any thoughts or suggestions, then my DMs are open. Please feel free to slip into them (Skippy, is that an innuendo?)
Or just contact me liked you used to.
And the editing is finished for a wee while, as universities work out some form of blended learning but nobody knows how many overseas students will arrive until they actually get here.
So, on Wednesday of this coming week, I have booked up to do something Iāve wanted to do for a while, but I didnāt think Nicola would allow it as safe distancing might be tricky. I wonāt say too much now just in case ā¦ā¦..but I will tell you how I get on. š
(Good friend e and Son Brian know)
Oh, and before I go, in the world of āI told you soā, the nature of officework is being discussed.
One of the reasons I did the voluntary stuff for the SDF was cos, for one day a week, I had a water cooler to stand beside; I got introduced to new people and new people got introduced to me; contacts were swopped and ideas were discussed; and I interviewed people, attended drugs conferences and went to real training workshops. I havenāt done much for them recently. Certainly nothing that requires my attendance.
I miss the office and I donāt now when it will re-open but hereās a prediction. Or two. First, soon time office workers will start meeting each other for coffee (Iām free) but these will gravitate into larger and regular meetings. Somewhere.
And what about a really flexible working week with two days a week in the office and the reminder of the week working at home – until the day comes when the Rolls Royce pulls up outside your front door and your big bossman (or woman) stands there and says, āCan I have a wee word please?ā and after he tells you the bad news, youāve not got a shoulder to cry on. Theyāre all working from home as well. š¦
Steve Earleās boy died this week. He was called Justin Townes Earle and he was a singer/songwriter like his dad. So thatās why I chose Mamaās Eyesā¦for every child and their parents everywhere. And Iām not sure if my son has taken after me in any way. Sense and sensibility personified. I wonder who he does take after. But there’s a lot of the song that doesn’t apply. Honest