satguru 
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I'm the same as far as travelling is concerned. It was interesting to see many places but found the people made far more difference than where we happened to be and you can meet good people anywhere, and more were from around London anyway wherever I happened to go. I probably wrote an entry on the other blog about the disappointing holidays I've had and surprised considering what happened was far from unusual I'm one of the only people I know it's put off bothering. I do want to get the plane to Ireland for the day but need to get up earlier before I can manage that one.
Reply #1641. Oct 29 10, 7:38 PM
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| C30
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Like Satguru I find it very easy to not be bothered with holidays, but for different reasons. In fact, other than a trip to France around 15 years ago, the last time I left these shores was 1968........and frankly it certainly would not concern me if I never do again.
In my case, I guess the 12 years of my life that I was paid to travel the world, cured and wanderlust I may have had. The only downside of it was that I didn't get to choose where I went!
It was a long time ago though........must have been we had a navy in those days before successive governments decimated it.
Yes, having spent my 17th Birthday in Hong Kong, my 21st & 22nd in Malta, and 24th & 25th in Singapore.........I'm happy to stay put........AND freely admit I detest flying anyhow.
Glad the various treatments seem to be working Lesley......btw what is a "Hospital Parking Space"? Lol
On the occasions I have been required to attend the local hospital, finding a parking spot is on par with a Lottery win!
Must admit though, many moons ago when visiting my father in Addenbrookes, parking was a premium then.......and that's going back to 1980's - I doubt it has improved. Strangely enough, when he was in the much smaller Newmarket Hospital, I don't recall any parking problems.
Reply #1642. Oct 30 10, 2:11 AM
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| lesley153
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The last time I went abroad was in the early 80s, before our 1986 move to Bedford. I think it was a visit to Portugal, when MIL whinged and guilt-tripped husband into agreeing that she could come with us. That was a horrible fortnight with a woman who hated me, and I have the photographs to prove it.
I don't have any mental objection to flying but my body hated it. There was hardly a flight when I wasn't sick. :(
Now Jonathan is doing the foreign travel, and I am very happy to look at his pictures and listen to his stories.
Thanks, Ray, the repair was good, as well as semi-miraculous! I'm taking so many pills I can hear myself rattling, but I'll be able to stop some of them soon, with a bit of luck.
A "Hospital Parking Space" is a patch of ground marked with yellow hatching, between a lot of stationary cars, and a turning marked Keep Clear: Access Required.
A "Disabled Parking Space" is one that's taken up by minicabs or delivery vans.
Hope that helps. *sob* |
Reply #1643. Oct 30 10, 4:45 PM
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| C30
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We can always commiserate about taking pills then! Lol I am currently on 5 per day + a daily "fish pill" (I don't like fish of any shape, size or form....so a pill gives me my Omega 3 intake). Was on 6 pills, but when it was discovered that I had a naturally very low heart rate, my GP decided it somewhat pointless for me to take Beta-Blockers to slow it further!
The slowness of my heart rate kept the cardiac staff "entertained" for ages!
Like your definition of "Hospital Parking Space".....yeah, will go along with that!
I was put off flying when courtesy of "Crabb Air" (Aka "Royal Air Force Transport Command")when we "barreled" through turbulence over the Alps at 500 knots (or whatever speed a Comet 4B flew at)........my stomach was usually several minutes behind the aircraft in altitude!
The other factor, was that whilst I had every confidence in my swimming ability should the ship sink (at least long enough to reach a life-raft, except in extreme severe weather conditions), flapping my arms would not help me fly!
The fact we were told that there was a lifebelt under our seat, I found strangely lacking in reassurance when at 20,000 ft over mountains!
So the last time I flew, was December 1966 - home from Singapore, in a Bristol-Britannia Aircraft with British Eagle Airways.
I sat back in same seat, on same aircraft, in 1987. The very same one I flew in is preserved at Duxford Imperial War Museum - British Eagle had sold it to Monarch Airways, they had sold it in turn to Dan Air who used it for freight carrying - Imperial War Museum restored it to it's passenger configuration, but still in Dan Air liver.
Reply #1644. Oct 31 10, 4:13 PM
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| C30
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Forgive the typos........I really MUST condition myself to re-read what I write, BEFORE clicking on "send". Lol
Reply #1645. Oct 31 10, 4:16 PM
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Jazmee27
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Some of us never would have noticed had you said nothing :)
Reply #1646. Oct 31 10, 4:31 PM
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| lesley153
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Yes let's. Commiserate and rattle simultaneously. I've been almost wiped out since I started taking beta-blockers, and very fed up. I don't know if the fedupness is a result of feeling wiped out, or a chemical reaction to them, or annoyance that I am being pushed, one pill at a time, into taking pills I don't want and medics have failed to convince me that I need. People have reported both tiredness and depression on beta-blockers.
I'm seeing my cardiologist on Tuesday, so I shall make sure I tell him how rotten I feel. My last appointment with him was like a tidal wave. This time I shall tell the receptionist that "Oh I'm sure they know you're here" is not the most helpful answer: and, if I need a wee, I shall have a wee, and the ECG or whatever can wait. I've found that my blood pressure is higher when I have a full bladder. I'm not imagining it, am I?
According to Wiki, Dan Air was absorbed into British Airways in 1992. Don't you love the word absorbed? It sounds like a seamless embrace. I wonder. I've read that BA bought Dan Air for £1. A snip!
My H was in the Royal Navy from 1952 to 1954, and he mentioned flights, with mail, I think, between England and Malta. He said the planes were like rickety tea crates, and the seats were wooden benches. A lifebelt sounds a bit sophisticated on a plane like that. Do you suppose he was exaggerating? |
Reply #1647. Oct 31 10, 5:07 PM
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bionic4ever
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Can I commiserate about too many pills, too? My current daily count is 7. Will be going up to 9 in another 5 days. Yuck! (That isn't counting the random Tylenol or occasional Benadryl...)
Reply #1648. Oct 31 10, 7:13 PM
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honeybee4
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OK, i get to talk about my pills too. I do take many of them as well as two types of insulin. I have been having uncontrollable itching on the front part of my lower legs. When I saw the doctor last Wednesday he said they looked like they may get infected. He prescribed a very strong antibiotic. It cost me $151.00 for seven pills. My legs seem to be getting better, thanks. I sure don't want to lose either one of them.
Reply #1649. Oct 31 10, 8:19 PM
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bionic4ever
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Oh, Honeybee, I'm so glad your legs are better!
How are you feeling tonight, Lesley? (Or I guess it's morning where you are...?)
Reply #1650. Oct 31 10, 8:50 PM
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| Professer
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Honeybee so sorry to hear about the itching i have been through that recently, my good doctor referred me to another in the practice who is allegedly a skin specilaist.
However he went through my records and said i was definetly celiac a problem strict tests i had done via a specilaistr said i was not. So have given up on him. The itching has stopped now and without tabs etc.
Reply #1651. Nov 01 10, 2:53 AM
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Jazmee27
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Pills...
The medical community praises them as a way to make life easier.
Seems they create more problems half the time.
I'm fortunate that the meds I was taking--for asthma and allergies--has been scaled back to "as needed".
Reply #1652. Nov 01 10, 5:48 AM
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Jazmee said Some of us never would have noticed had you said nothing :), reference my typos......................confession is good for the soul it is said! Lol
1952-54 a bit before my time Lesley so unable to confirm or otherwise about wooden seats ! Hazard a guess though that whatever aircraft used were of WW2 vintage.
Between us we should keep the pill industry in business for a while.
Reply #1653. Nov 01 10, 2:59 PM
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satguru
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Judy, I wouldn't stop the antibiotics but a naturopath said leg ulcers and the like best respond to garlic. If it's a small area you put the clove cut in half in a sock overnight, but if it's a larger area you'd need to chop it up and cover it and then wear tights or something to keep it in place overnight. I had an ankle injury that wouldn't heal and the one thing that suddenly worked was sterile saline. It's often the simplest things that do for skin problems as it gets straight in and does its stuff.
Reply #1654. Nov 01 10, 3:41 PM
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honeybee4
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Thanks Satguru. I don't have any ulcers yet. I just have the itching that the doctor thought might get infected. I was showing the spots to my husband and he said they looked like what he had when he was a child, valley fever. Valley fever can be carried in dust, but it usually affects the lungs also. We have a sixty acre field by us that has just been plowed and land planed and the dust never stops.
Reply #1655. Nov 01 10, 4:02 PM
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| lesley153
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Judy, I am so glad you get to keep your legs! If we have diabetes, we don't pay for any NHS medicines, diabetes-related or not. Once we hit 60, we don't have to pay for anything. If you ever get fed up with California, and feel like a move...
I'm feeling OK, thanks, Beth. It would have been morning when you wrote that, and I was actually asleep. For a change.
Gary, I'm very pleased to hear that your itching has stopped. Any idea what caused it, and why it stopped?
Jazmee, I can sort of see that there's a sort of reason for me to be taking what I'm taking, but I'm no happier about taking them than anyone else, and I can tell you the side effects of most of them! I shall be able to stop taking some of them soon enough, and I shall be talking to my GP/cardiologist/surgeon about stopping others. After the anti-flutter stuff, statins are top of the list.
Ray, can you imagine paying for all the things we take? We'd be bankrupt!
About the tea-crate planes - is there a grown-up you can ask?
Ooh garlic, of course - brilliant stuff, David. Wish I'd thought of that. Wonderful to put on wounds, and for planting in the garden to keep unwelcome visitors at bay.
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For the first time since we moved to Bedford, we now have a choice of two bus routes. The newer one is about two months old, and seems to have been introduced with a minimum of consultation - not that I would have taken much notice of any consultation this summer - and there are strong feelings for and against. Some people are grateful for the service, and others are complaining that the road is too narrow, that the extra traffic constitutes a hazard, and that buses are damaging the verges by driving on them to get past parked cars. This evening, there was a public meeting, with a council employee and some local politicians, two Stagecoach people, and a policeman, who just stood quietly by the door looking scary.
A lot of people turned up - who'd have thought there'd be so much interest? The meeting was in a church, and there were loads of cars because it was Brownies' evening too. In fact it was overflowing, so the organisers asked the Brownies if they'd be kind enough to swap rooms, and they said yes. We stood outside to let the little darlings troop out. I have never seen so much undisguised hostility and hatred on so many angelic little faces.
We got settled in the bigger room, the speakers spoke, we asked questions, made comments, got answers: and there was a bit of an argument when a man who stood up to speak greeted another man's flippant comment by saying "smartarse comments like that don't help anyone..." Most of the debate was centred on two local roads, which haven't had a bus service recently or at all. Merv lives in one of these two roads, and I had a quick look round the room to see if I could spot him, and decided that he was probably happier in the pub having curry and beer.
Afterwards, I went to the car park, having a rough idea where my car was. It's slightly harder in the dark. I passed three people, two women, little like me, and a much taller man, still passionately debating the route. I said the meeting could have gone on for another two hours, and one of the women said that the people in one of the roads are SO selfish - they're deliberately parking their cars to obstruct the bus. I asked if they had drives there. I don't think I knew anyone in that road, although I do know someone in the other road and I don't think his front garden was big enough to park a car.
The tall man spoke for the first time.
"It is big enough, but I haven't got a car. I don't drive - As You Well Know."
Aaargh!
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Reply #1656. Nov 01 10, 4:05 PM
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Sometime after his 80th Birthday, my father once remarked that he didn't see anything to recommend in getting old.
I used to agree with him, but thanks to Lesley now have a "plus" for old age......we don't have to pay for pills!
Nothing to do with anything written in your Blog Lesley, but something that "came to me" literally this morning.
I awoke at 0515, with a heavy weight on my chest and difficulty in breathing.
Having ruled out a heart attack, and ruled out an Incubus visitation (unless I'd been found by the only "gay" Incubus in the paranormal world)..........opened my eyes to see a silver tabby face looking at me. We might have reverted to GMT at the weekend, but my cat's are still working on BST. So whilst, 0515 to me, it was 0615 to "Leo's" body clock and "breakfast time".
As my wife helpfully remarked, "We don't train cats, they train us".........and as I have been trained to provide breakfast for cats.......and wife...........! sigh
Just thought I'd share that.
Reply #1657. Nov 02 10, 2:35 AM
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| lesley153
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Thank you for sharing! :) And I'm glad it was neither heart attack nor incubus.
I've had the occasional breakfast in bed, when I've been ill. The only times I could rely on getting breakfast in bed have been when I've been in hospital. This is not a good reason to be in hospital. I should have married someone I could train. |
Reply #1658. Nov 02 10, 5:08 AM
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bionic4ever
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C30 (and Lesley), my cat wakes me every morning - promptly at breakfast time - by sitting on my head!
Sorry for the slight hijack, Lesley. C30's story made me want to share, too.
Reply #1659. Nov 02 10, 7:22 AM
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| lesley153
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It's hardly a hijack - it's a conversation! And I'm in a cat-free zone now, so I can smile at them.
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I've been out this morning - blood test at the "offshoot" of Bedford hospital a mile away, and post office. I've bought some Wallace and Gromit stamps! (And very lovely they are too.)
Having a quick lunch before my Alexander lesson at 2 and appt with the cardiologist at 4. That's at the "south wing" of the hospital, three or four miles away and parking that's a bad joke.
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What I'd really like now is some sympathy for bumping unexpectedly into Merv. And talking to him because I didn't realise it was him in the dark. Did I mention that this briefest of conversations ended in the usual ritual exchange of hostilities? Nothing changes. :( |
Reply #1660. Nov 02 10, 7:36 AM
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