Turbulent Indigo
Long time, no talk. Nowt to say really - that's why: I just feel as if I should. It's been a traumatic few weeks to be honest. Stroke victims in close proximity everynight. Conflicting prognosis from inadequate NHS personnel, combined with an obvious need to clear the bed of a poor old sod who will never, as long as my arse points South, be able to perambulate around the neighbourhood like he once did. He comes home tomorrow and he's not ready.It's a clinical business health. Believe me. God help us when the Hypocratic oath is emasculated to the point where it can't defend itself against the financial imperitive that deems old folk an expensive drain on limited resource. It'll come, that's why Euthanasia is top of the pops in certain Health Care arenas.
"I will adhere to the Hypocratic Oath but I demand the right to practice Shipmanism when I feel the "time is right" or when the cost of keeping the old buggers alive outweighs the money coming in from taxes" It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world.
In other news, I have a painful, lumpy "growth" on the heel of my right foot.
"It's an inflamed Achilles" spake the Doc.
"How do I cure it Doc" I said, "I'm off to Poland for a stag night with my kids and their mates next week. I'll look a right old prick if I can't even walk.........I would imagine that Wrocklaw from a hotel bed ain't got the same immediacy as the real thing".
"Rest, anti-inflammataries and a dose of good luck, failing that you'll be in a cast for 6 to 8 weeks!"
Fuck.
Dearest's wardrobe rail has just collapsed under the weight of a lifetime's unworn "bargains". Somehow this is my fault. After half an hour of transferring clothing I have never seen before in my life to door jambs here, there and everywhere, I mentioned to Dearest that she should feel ashamed of the amount of clothing she has that still has the price tag on it.
A not unreasonable statement I would have thought.
I have a lot to learn.
6 comments:
Re: the wardrobe rail, it reminded me of a thought that often occurs to me, "I wondered when it would get round to be my fault." But, like you, it is one that remains unspoken between me and Mrs P.
Wardrobe rail? Try laminate flooring mate. That was my weekend with my task mistress hovering around with critical eyes that said "I told you we should have paid somebody to do it you old fool!" The joys of married life. Nice to read you again. I only discovered your blog a few weeks ago and I have kept dropping in for a reality check but it seemed you'd gone fishing or something.
"A not unreasonable statement I would have thought."
How long have you been married Steve dear?!
Hope your dad is getting on OK, and what a sod about your ankle.
I found a pair of trews in my wardrobe the other day with a price tag on them... the problem was that can't ever remember buying them.
For the heel I recommend Polish Anaesthetic...a.k.a. Vodka!, oh and beware of Okichim (Sp?) or "OK" beer, it gave me incredible hangovers.
It never rains but it pours.
Wish the gits'd euthanase my mother...even offered 'em £'s...maybe see the Trust Manager...he'd talk money
Bazza the LIme Pickle Man has a growth on his heel too. We think that's down to years of Lime Pickle substance abuse.
Wife's got 2 wardrobes. 1 was mine. Now it isn't. Can't argue, she's violent.
Enjoyed the read. Ta very much. I'll pop over again if you don't mind...or even if you do
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