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I haven't posted on here for ages.

I was beginning to fear, I think, that people were dropping away from Livejournal in favour of the fleshpots of Facebook and the succinctness of Twitter, but I've never really felt comfortable with Facebook, and Twitter too often leaves me unsatisfied (although it's great for reporting from a hospital bed.

So I never did chronicle the explosion in my head last may, and is consequences.

Ah well, for those who are still around (give us a wave, won't you, I hate addressing thin air), I'll be off tomorrow on the 09:22 to Preston for a pre-med assessment before next week's angiogram and, with a bit of luck, a bit of shopping (there's a Lush in Preston, amongst other things).
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I don’t remember how many Americans read this blog but given the amount of what appears to me to be complete drivel emanating from your side of the pond on the matter of Obama’s proposals for healthcare reform and slurs against our very own National Health Service.

Though horror stories appear from time to time in the media, I can only take those as stories because they bear no relation to my own experiences, which ore entirely of the sort which is of no interest whatsoever to the media.

First off, I’ve only ever spent one overnight in an NHS hospital ward - I blogged about it here - and although the experience wasn’t everything it might have been if I had devised it for myself in my wildest dreams, there was nothing I could complain about and everything was conducted in a friendly and efficient manner making the experience no more grim than having the inside of your nose scraped out could be expected to be. Apart from one rearranged appointment with the ENT consultant all the pre- and post-operative care was conducted smoothly and without undue or inconvenient delays. (A few of you reading this will be aware that ten years ago (heavens!) I spent a week in a Belgian hospital, which was very agreeable indeed, but those were different circumstances and I can’t really say how that would compare with the NHS, except that I’ve never much liked the idea of barrack-like dormitory wards)

My other hospital experiences are of A & E, where I have reported from time to time with one of my more severe asthma attacks and have always been seen to promptly and put straight on a nebuliser, and where I was taken once with a suspected heart attack that, thankfully, turned out not to be. And of the tender care of Professor Sir Stafford Lightman and his Clinical Endocrinology team at the much maligned Bristol Royal Infirmary, where I was never kept waiting and always attended to promptly and courteously.

But the bedrock of it all is the GP service. Physicians vary a lot in quality and in bedside (or deskside) manner, but I’ve never stayed long with a Hippocratic oaf and contrary to some of the recent propaganda I have a choice. My current GP, Dr Ruth Wilkinson, is a treasure. Maybe I owe my life, or at least my sanity, to those wonderful Bristol GPs Dr Rhona Macpherson and Dr Sylvia Thompson. (Dr Narayan of Reading - Lakshmi on the desk and “what you are having is a Bell’s palsy” - was ok too but suffered from the disadvantage of being a man. And I don’t have to think long and hard about whether I can afford to see them this month. I see them as and when I feel there might be a need, and they have no problem with that.

That’s my two pence - or two cents - worth. Take it as you wish. And up yours, you deceitful, disingenous, self-serving Tory piece of shit, Daniel Hannan!


Jan. 14th, 2009 01:39 pm
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Just back from FGH where I had my X-Ray done.

What's up with the bloody NHS? How am I supposed to get any books read when they're ready for you within five minutes of reporting to reception?
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I did 40 minutes round Walney this morning. It was another lovely morning but for some reason it felt like hard work. Possibly because despite what the chap from the Grauniad might say, Walney routes tend to be quite testing as the centre of the island is rather saucer-shaped. It felt good afterwards, though.

In other news: I have done what I have resolved to do every time I have made a trip involving an overnight stay in the last fifteen years - I've bought a bag on wheels. And I have discovered that it is also excellent for conveying one's shopping. Provided that said shopping does not include bottles of beer. Especially not when said bottles are of precious Belgian Duvel beer.

And my daughter regrets that she's unable to lunch with us on Sunday. Actually there's more to it than that, and it's going to take some assimilating. Meanwhile it's possible that I may be fragile over the weekend, but I'll try not to be a pain.
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Set out again totay, aiming to make amends for yesterday's debacle. Instead of racing off in a blue funk, I took it slowly and gently and made it easily up to the slag bank and back as far as the dock museum in a comfortable 40 minutes. Despite the alarming amount of ascent for a waterside run albeit including two stiff detours - one of which on a perfectly appalling potential ankle-twister of a tarmac path with roots trying to break through.

Must be feeling better then. I'm seeing the doc at 4.20 this afternoon.
enitharmon: (roadrunner)
Went for a run. Took it way too fast in my agitated state. Broke down after 25 minutes.

enitharmon: (roadrunner)
I've been a bad girl this week. With one thing and another I missed both Monday and Wednesday sessions. So I took myself out this morning.

Forty minutes, same route as last Sunday. Lovely day, warm autumn sunshine, still and misty out to sea.
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It's a lovely autumn day today - sunny, warm but not overly so, still. A bit of mist over the sea and the channel, which makes it look rather attractive.

I didn't try to emulate Friday's effort. Instead I crossed the bridge, looped round the South Walney estate, and then did the reverse of my usual shore path route via Ocean Road, Biggar Bank, Sandy Gap and back to the Promenade.

First thing this morning my head was telling me it didn't want to go, but my legs were ready for action!

Follow my route here.
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I went out for a run this morning, in dry and mild weather but under a sheet of stratocumulus (that's the really dreary cloud that covers the sky in uniform grey).

I set out away from Walney, towards the town centre and then by Cavendish Dock road for the really interesting route through the docks and back via Salthouse Mills. You can follow my route here.

It felt like hard work at first. But I completed 40 minutes.

And then I kept going. First I aimed for 45 minutes. Then I aimed for 50. Having conquered the hill up Salthouse Road to George's Square I thought what the hell, let's go for a whole hour.

58 minutes brought me almost home again. I had to do some jiggery-pokery up and down the streets to bring up the 60. But I did it - my first unbroken hour in two years.

I think that merits some chocolate, don't you?
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A gentle 40-minute jog this morning, up to North Scale and then, instead of turning at the Crown, continuing to cross the island by way of Cow Tarn Lane to West Shore Road. At this point an opportunity arises in the future to go north and take to the open sands at low tide and to run and run right up to the North End. For now, however, we have to go south and because of the rockiness of the beach south of here, and difficulties caused by coastal erosion and the intransigence of the Furness Golf Club who refuse to realign their holes to allow for the right of way to be made good along the coastal path, we must resort to dreary West Shore Road to return to the Promenade via Mill Lane. At the Promenade, 40 minutes is up. Lots of opportunity, though, for a longer run all the way back to the start.

It has been a lovely autmn day for it.

Thanks to modern technology, and to [livejournal.com profile] lyzzybee for pointing it out to me, you should be able to follow my route here.
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All right, I'm being a wuss. On this traditional Barrow Day (raining stairrods continuously since before dawn, blustery wind to challeng an umbrella) I haven't been for a run.

I did go to have a look at the new JJB Fitness Centre which opened for viewing today. I went inside and almost immediately somebody asked me if I wanted to be shown round the facilities. So I said yes. This is a gym on an industrial scale. All the kit is there in large numbers. No old-fashioned pulleys and weights though - all very slick. I investigated the costs and procedures of joining. Helen, my guide, was ready with the patter. Now, note this and answer the questions which follow. The £100 joining fee is cut to £15 before the official opening day, and on this "VIP Preview Day" it is waived altogether. The monthly off-peak membership fee is GBP 26.00, payable by Direct Debit. There is no further charge for use of the facilities. All sounds very reasonable. Now, if you want to join today:

[Poll #1254142]
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Another thirty minutes under my spare tyre! Actually thirty-one minutes because owing to sausage fingers I didn't actually start the watch until I'd been going for a minute.

Once again I ran up to the Crown at North Scale and back to enjoy the scenery. It was another lovely day, actually quite warm and a tad humid. The tide was right out so good views of the channel, but somewhat hazy and a bit murky over the fells. I ran comfortable and although it was nice to stop I could easily have gone on I think.

For my reward I've just had a lunch of bacon and eggs on an oatcake.
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New Shoeses

A breathless messenger arrived at about eleven thirty this morning with my new running shoes. They are New Balance 782s, which are actually a trail shoe rather than a road shoe but that will come in handy for running on the beach and in some of the more rugged countryside, which I hope to graduate to before long.

To celebrate I went out for a run, on a more extended route to take in part of the Walney seafront. The new shoes really make a difference, it's like running on a cushion of air. I did 30 minutes straight for the first time in ages and that then opens the door to some more adventurous training. The extended route left me with a good long walk home aftrewards, and it's surely encouraging that after a while I felt like doing some strides to finish off.
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Thursday isn't normally one of my running days but having missed two of those this week, and rather craving the post-run high, I took myself out for another three 10+1s. It felt a bit like hard work, mainly street running around Walney and with some short but sharpish hills, but it doesn't half feel good afterwards.

Like stopping banging your head against a brick wall!
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I meant to go running today but I didn't. Bad girl!

Partly this was because I had an Inbiz meeting this morning. Then this afternoon I felt I needed some bowls practice (good for the glutes as much as anything) so went up to West Mount to work on my line and length for a couple of hours.

At first I was pretty wayward but by then end I was placing the woods thereabouts each time. Let's hope I can maintain that tomorrow night.

Thanks to everybody who passed on good luck messages for tomorrow by the way.
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It's not a cold. I had another fitful and feverish night last night. What I have is some kind of nasty chest infection and I've checked myself in with the Doc in about an hour. (Not Ruth, she's away. It's Dr Roberts, whom I've never met before I think, but I bet he's sick of that song!)

It all puts a bit of a damper on the fact that it's four years ago today that I went into Sainsbury's in Broad Street, Reading, with the intention of buying a pouch of Old Holborn, and walked out empty-handed. Didn't I do well! And it's a long time since I craved, too. In fact, when I think about it now I feel disgusted.
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Feeling grotty still. I didn't sleep too well, or at least I had a turbulent night that felt more feverish than coldy. It didn't help that it was blowing up a real storm outside, wild and woolly even by Windy Walney standards. And I needed to drink an awful lot of water and of course that just went straight through me. (This was nothing to do with the large hot toddies I had before bed, I'm sure. And I'm sticking by that!)

Still had to go out to do some shopping. This necessarily included some chicken soup, albeit Vietnamese soup with noodles from the Polski Sklep on Rawlinson Street. I'm rather partial to that and I'm enjoying a bowl as I write.


Feb. 29th, 2008 05:48 pm
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Meh! That cold that was incubating yesterday came out with full malice in the night - sore throat, tight chest, muzzy head.

At least it hasn't gone to my sinuses this time. Not yet anyway. So it's the first old-school cold I've had in many years, and I'm not convinced it isn't worse.

I'm feeling miserable. TLC, please!
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Must be that time of year again. I've been feeling it coming on for a week or so, but it's odd really as there are few associated snuffles and no sinusitis. All the other symptoms were there - the tight chest, the wheezing, the waking in the night coughing uncontrollably but not able to bring anything up, the breathlessness when climbing stairs and walking even short distances.

Yes, it was time to get on the bus and report to A&E at Furness General, for a couple of hours on the nebuliser and a dose of steroids. Well, that should be it for another six months at least.

As ever, the service was prompt and friendly and efficient. The lasses and lads in the NHS can't be told this often enough, they get more than enough crap from tabloids and know-all politicians desperate to get ain't-it-awful points.


Jan. 1st, 2008 08:33 pm
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So, I begin the New Year with a rush of hormones.

I suppose I should be grateful it wasn't a week ago.


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